 FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by CC April 24, 2007, from Lincoln, Maine. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the little children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This reading is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Hyer. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Chris Chapman. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Palmer. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Iswa. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Iswa.org by Iswa. To where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Gem of Life. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye in many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Gem of Life. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye in many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Gem of Life. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Gem of Life on the twenty-third of April, two thousand seven, www.soringmountain.com. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Christian Hughes. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. FOREIGN LANDS by Robert Louis Stevenson, read for LibriVox.org by Karen Savage. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the drunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead inward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson. Read for LibriVox.com. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson. Read for LibriVox.com. I saw the next-door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye, and many pleasant places more that I had never seen before. If I could find a higher tree farther and farther I should see, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the grown-up river slips into the sea among the ships, to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive.