The
children practiced identifying and recalling different plants and their
leaves, wrote poetry about a stunning rimu tree and blindfolded each
other, working in pairs to recognise a tree just by feeling it. At
highlight for me was the
koru of the mamaku fern we foraged for, prepped and cooked on a fire.
Delicious. The children also loved playing in the muddy creek.
Here is rhe poem we wrote as a group with everyone’s words and ideas added:
You feel solid and smell of Grandpa’s basement
I feel calm, as old as time, in Grandma’s garden
Whispering words yet always silent
Standing proud
Smells like damp carpet
A guide, mighty and twisted
Peaceful
I thought I saw you take a step
Woody smelling and scary
Whispering airy silence
Feeling dark and damp, but dry, musty
Sounds like whispering
Purdy Biddle