(We are really fortunate to have the beautiful Lazo Woods right behind our school. We went out on “solos” to find poetry–record our observations and inspirations–and later, to read in the woods. Each student submitted just one favourite line in the poem below–in order of their last name. Even though the lines are random, the poem has unity.)
Dark green
The board shimmered not black, but evergreen
The humming wings of the fluttering bee
Soaring raven
Dandelion seed lightly flutters down through the breeze
A shadow moves through the forest
The sun is so bright you can close your eyes, face the sun and still be blinded
For a tree cannot stand alone
Boulders poking up from under the moss and dirt
The bright sunlight gleaming through the trees
Green moss crawls up the trees
Baby raven oh so fun waiting for it’s mom to come!
The forest is a quiet place to work
Pushed aside the cedar grows lonely
Trees tower like city buildings
The forest gets older
The sun peeks through the swaying trees.
Big bugs buzzing
Leaves glowing like emerald
Sun peeking through the trees
Twigs crack, birds sing, the story of the forest silent, until you listen
Salal covers the forest floor like a carpet
Each tree tells a story, each stone starts anew
