Nature Poetry Camp for Kids 2017

WHAT A GREAT WEEK WE HAD!

In late July and early August of 2017, Sundog Poetry Center held a unique poetry camp for 5th and 6th graders that focused on the nature around us in Vermont. Youth walked the nature trail, explored the woods, observed the wetland birds and animals from the lookout platform and the pond docks, learned the names of the sheep, and took refuge in our small yurt when the weather wasn’t agreeable.

And, of course, there was poetry, too. Below are examples of the poems participants wrote during camp.

Out of the Woods – A Pantoum
G.B.

dog by my side, girl’s best friend
ferns part a path at my feet
healing hemlocks surround me in a forest of green
ice storm survivors loom overhead

ferns part a path at my feet
I walk further into the forest
ice storm survivors loom overhead.
I take it all in.

I walk further into the forest.
squirrels race out of my way.
I take it all in
as birds chirp nature’s song.

squirrels race out of my way
healing hemlocks surround me in a forest of green
birds chirp nature’s song
dog by my side, girl’s best friend


The Dark Side
G.B.

I climb into the canoe.
I sit in the front.
We row into the tall swampy forest
hidden from the outside world—
a dragonfly kingdom.

We venture out to the dark side—
the animal civilization.
Frogs croak, ducks quack,
dragonflies lightly tap the water
sending out a river of ripples.

Summer Is Here
G.B.

Firefly lightning illuminates the sky
filling it with a warm late June breeze.

A beetle waltzes across the floor
and scurries into a secret hide out.

Signals are sent through the water,
fireflies as the messengers.

Bound by the Roots of the Past – A Pantoum
R M-F

Bound by the roots of the past
Healing hands of hemlock guide us
Safe in the heart of the forest
Nature’s voice wisping through the wind

Healing hands of hemlocks guide us
Toes sink in the dirt – nature’s hug
Nature’s voice wisping through the wind
Bird songs – a lullaby sung by the forest

Toes sink into the dirt – nature’s hug
Nature’s foot trips me and I fall into a blanket of moss
Bird songs – a lullaby sung by the forest
Calms me into a deep slumber

Nature’s foot trips me and I fall into a blanket of moss
Safe in the heart of the forest
Calms me into a deep slumber
Bound by the roots of the past.


Into the Forest
R M-F
I go in and suddenly hidden
from the outside world
surrounded by a furry forest
I feel small

Dragon flies mate hovering
over the water
they spread their wings
and zigzag through the cattail forest

Found
R M-F
Curiosity opens doors to nature’s
world – a connection for all living
things and compassion for them
to pass on

A Blue Heron
I.C.

lifts its wings slicing
through the deep blue sky
like knives, landing lightly
on the dock, not knowing
people are coming, lifts its
wings and flies off
into the distance.


In The Canoe
I.C.

Dragonflies lightly hover
over the cold black water
bouncing along the surface
some entering the swampy
cattail lagoon

 

 

Vermont
I.C.

A buzz from the bees,
a nice summer breeze.
In the distance you shall see mountains,
rolling hills keeping them contained.
A small little snail
leaves one slimy trail.
A slug
leaves a trudge.
Fall roles in ever so plump.
lines along the fields are orange pumpkins
Look out for wooly bears.
Now it’s time to harvest.

The World in the Mist
I.C.

The power of one thousand dreams
opens a picture beneath the surface.
A world dressed in shadows.
Somehow they heave moon diamonds.
They are near you no matter
what picture you enter.
Staring into the mist only some
can see the chain
connecting our wishes.
Above them is us.
The Inside – A Pantoum
I.C.C.

Surrounded by bluebells every step I take
I open a path, an unfound treasure.
Walking through a bog forest
fog surrounds me disguised as sadness.

I open a path, an unfound treasure
bluebells sway in the warm summer breeze
fog surrounds me disguised as sadness
but below the light mist, mother nature looks over the forest.

Bluebells sway in the warm summer breeze
I listen to my breath reflect off the frog’s croak
but below the light mist, mother nature looks over the forest
I know I’m safe.

I listen to my breath reflect off the frog’s croak
walking through the bog forest
I know I’m safe
surrounded by blue bells every step I take.

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