Save me a clean stream, flowing
to unpolluted seas;
lend me the bare earth, growing,
untamed flowers and trees.
May I share safe skies
when I wake, every day
with birds and butterflies?
Grant me a space where I can play
with water, rocks, trees and sand;
lend me forests, rivers, hills and sea.
Keep me a place in this old land,
somewhere to grow, somewhere to be.
Jane Whittle.
From the New Oxford Treasury of Childrens Poems.
to unpolluted seas;
lend me the bare earth, growing,
untamed flowers and trees.
May I share safe skies
when I wake, every day
with birds and butterflies?
Grant me a space where I can play
with water, rocks, trees and sand;
lend me forests, rivers, hills and sea.
Keep me a place in this old land,
somewhere to grow, somewhere to be.
Jane Whittle.
From the New Oxford Treasury of Childrens Poems.
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