The world is wide, the oceans blue
The mountains high are fresh with dew
The forests tall grow thick with green
There’s rivers flowing in between
Across the meadows o’er the hill
The air is quiet, ever still
The beasts, the fowl, the nesting bird
Are all the sound that can be heard
Oh what I’d give to join the crew
And tarry there till life is through !
Claire V. Bogdanos 