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A River Ran Through Me
by Terri Glass
Down to the River
Everyday I went down to the river,
knelt and drank the fluid home
of copepods, tadpoles, periwinkles
and my eyes turned inward,
dazzled a dark light
deep into my chest.
There my heart turned into
a forest of long reaching willows,
tall as redwoods, leaves glistening
like silver splinters of the moon.
Each leaf housing hundreds of junebugs
that pulsed a score of miniature heartbeats
creating a wave so large,
it rode over my body and I swear,
the sound of the river
became the sound of two cranes overhead.
This was a poem I wrote about a place called White Creek in Washington state that brought great solace to me as a teenager full of angst. When I sent the poem to the well known poet, Wendell Berry, he said, "How fortunate you were able to drink from the river." Yes, I was fortunate when so many of today's rivers such as the Anacostia to the Ganges are so terribly polluted. This past year I have had the pleasure to work in depth with the River of Words project which was conceived by the past poet laureate, Robert Hass. This project teaches children about their local rivers and watershed system through the creative writing process. There is an annual poetry contest held (deadline Feb.15) and the winners receive a trip to Washington D.C. to read their poetry at the Library of Congress. The focus of this project is to have children learn where their water supply is coming from, study their local creek and/or lake or reservoir and familiarize the students with the surrounding flora and fauna which is an integral part of the watershed system. To have the children know the earth on a first name basis and to write about it, allows them to establish a more intimate relationship with it and thus hopefully they will be inspired to keep it clean. This project often works in conjunction with science teachers and beautifully bridges the gap between science and art, education and earth stewardship.
Below are some poems generated by 4th graders from Wade-Thomas School in San Anselmo who visited their local watershed, Lake Lagunitas in the fall of 1997.
Rain is Light
It creeps up, turning everything limp and damp
as a newborn bat's wings.
Crystals falling out of silver.
A single trout takes over life,
good and evil.
It first starts sprinkling, then drizzling,
and within seconds, it's pouring.
Rain has no manners.
When it turns the world black,
it is the only light.
Kyle Amster
Ode to Tiny Newts
Oh, tiny newts that are as black as
the rich soil you live on.
with your reduced-to-a-millimeter-long legs.
Oh, how beautifully white your skin turns
when it catches the sun on your
two inch long tail and body.
How stout you look when you march
singly across rocks
and how frightened when you
scamper for safety of a space
under a large rock.
How sticky you feel when held
for a few minutes.
How well you blend in with the soil
on which you dwell.
Tiny perfectly black newt.
You look like a young salamander.
Gabriel Ocker
In my experience of working with River of Words for the last three years, I have found most children do not know where their drinking water comes from and most cannot name 5 native plants that live near them. River of Words is a timely educational tool and I encourage poet-teachers to implement this project with their regular poetry curriculum.
John Muir stated, " The sun shines in us, not on us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. " White Creek flowed through me along with all the birds, trees and insects. It gave me a feeling of aliveness and a sense I wasn't alone in the universe. I was lucky to have established a relationship with it as a child and I hope the same can happen for children of this generation and future generations to come.
To contact the River of Words Project for Teacher Guides, call 510-848-1155. To get a copy of 5 easy lesson plans that incorporate environmental awareness with creative writing, send a SASE to Terri Glass, 76 Corte Lenosa, Greenbrae, CA 94904.
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