Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Redwood: A Student Poem

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I am blessed to have two passions in life: sharing the outdoors with kids and teaching middle school Science. I teach at a phenomenal school where staff are encouraged to use their creativity to its fullest. The Siena School is a small private school for kids who have mild to moderate learning differences that are college bound.
April is Poetry Month. Siena celebrates the student's creativity in poetic form across grade levels and cross-curricular. Recently, I listened to one of my student's read his poem "Redwood" in front of the school community. I was struck and awed by his ability to place himself in the perspective of the redwood in which to observe the world. Many adults find it difficult to see the world through another's eyes but he does it with ease and wisdom. I am always amazed when kids can share a piece of their sole with us. As adults, we need to remember to listen.

Redwood
By Andrew, 7th Grade

Go inside a redwood
that would be my way.
I won't get trampled under foot like a sapling.
I am huge and so old.
I would be the giant of the forest.

Continents have drifted in my life span.
Mountains have formed, species have died.
While mountains rise and fall, while cities form,
I would just watch and grow, a gentle giant.
Even as fire and plumes of smoke destroy and kill,
I would stand tall. My bark too thick and my being too mighty
for the killing flames to claim.

Redwoods reach for the sun with such devotion
that we grow taller than the rest
Our canopies high and our roots deep,
we would peacefully rule the forest wherever we chose to grow.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Archeology of Trash

 Archeology connects the dots to tell a story of past cultures and unearthed histories. Does litter have a history? Does it uncover a mystery behind a culture? For the past year, residents in and out of DC's Shepherd Parkway have gathered off Malcom X Boulevard to rid National Park land from years of neglect due to dumping. Last Saturday, under blue skies and brisk temperatures I joined the clean-up party for the second time along with more than a hundred of my brothers and sisters, young and old. 
     We sifted our fingers through dirt to free the forest from drowning in layers of litter, exhuming decades of dumping. As my feet gripped the steep ravine, my hands pulled, brushed, scooped, sifted and grabbed uncommon and common litter such as, straws, chips bags, soda cans and bottles, styrofoam food containers and lots of plastic bags. Some bags were still in tack holding contents but most were shreds of plastic ensnared in tree root hairs strangling them from the rich nutrients of the loamy soil. As I collected uncommon litter, such as silverware, I wondered about the stories of the people who owned these items.



Plastic toy phone rings

"Hello" pigtails scream happily

Phone eyes jiggle joy


Spoons clinking brewed beans

Communion hats on Sunday

Etched mugs gleaming praise


High heel calluses

Severed bra yields violence

Dull, rusty steel blade


Street-side Ford jacked up

Four discus throws down ravine

Towering old tires