The Upside-Down World by Hamish Hendry










The Upside-Down World

by Hamish Hendry


I know a place that holds the Sky

A place where little white clouds lie;


The edge is all green as Grass,

The middle is as smooth as Glass;


And there the round sun makes his Bed;

And there a tree stands on its Head;


Sometimes a Bird sits on that Tree;

Sometimes it sings a song to me;


And always in that shining place

I see a little smiling Face;


She nods and smiles; but all the same

The Girl down there won't tell her name.