COME up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
Robert Louis Stevenson
7 Comments
rebecca Jun 10, 2003 10:24 PM
i adore robert louis stevenson. i’ve been able to recite ‘the friendly cow’ as long as i can remember.
this poem reminds me of my years in georgia where we’d spend hours playing in the woods behind our house. instead of fairy tales we’d play star wars. yours truly, the only girl, was always princess leia. hee.
lindsay Jun 11, 2003 12:45 PM
when karen and i were little, we’d play by making up these crazy epic dramas with our american girl dolls. it usually had something to do with an orphanage and an evil aunt. the headmistress at the orphanage was ‘ms. trenchbul,’ stolen from a roald dahl book i can’t remember right now.
good times.
bethany Jun 11, 2003 1:01 PM
i believe the trenchbull is the headmistress of matilda’s school in ‘matilda’
lindsay Jun 12, 2003 12:51 PM
right. matilda. that book doesn’t have magic in it, does it?
bethany Jun 12, 2003 3:57 PM
well matilda has the ability to move things with her mind (telekinesis, right? )
lindsay Jun 13, 2003 1:41 PM
“evil, mother.”
(in ms. bates’ voice)
i hope you appreciate that, b.
Tegan Jan 22, 2004 8:19 PM
This has been my favorite poem since i was a little girl. It is simply beautiful.