Posted: April 28, 2000 at 17:33:21: by Alexander
: And yet the one piece of literature that has stayed with me all my life, more than anything Tolkien ever wrote, was a poem I read in a third-grade English book about a little boy playing with blocks and imagining kings and soldiers and horses and a whole world unfolding before him.Could it be "Block City" by Robert Louis Stevenson, in A Child`s Garden of Verses? It sounded like one of those poems, and I was sure I remembered it, but only one of them begins with a child`s blocks, and I may have confused it with another poem that begins with a dream. "What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home... Is that the one?
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