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 forest, rivers, hills and seas.
Keep me a place in this old land,
somewhere to grow, somewhere to be.
-Jane whittle
Pinegreenwoods Poetry Path
