“Every child should know a hill,
And the clean joy of running down its long slope With the wind in their hair.
They should know a tree-The comfort of its cool lap of shade, And the supple strength of its arms. They should know bits of singing water- And the long sweet grasses that border it. Every child should know some scrap Of uninterrupted sky, to shout against; And have one star, dependable and bright, For wishing on.”