Nature is an Old Friend of Children (Poem)

Nature is an old friend of children;

The tree–that hid them

From a pelting rain–

Stands.

 

Nature is an old friend of children;

The grass–that held them

When falling, laughing–

Grows.

 

Nature is an old friend of children;

The dirt–that gave them

Castles, cake, and clay–

Hardens.

 

Nature is an old friend of children,

And friends are lost and made,

But how costly it is to forget

The clay, the laughter, the rain.

 

by Harry Husbands

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