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.

— Edna Casler Joll