by Miranda, Age 13
My favourite time, the time is night,
The time of day, comes after light.
Things go quiet, the owls hoot,
The house is dark, to bed I scoot.
I lay in bed, the blankets warm,
My eyes are closed, my dreams now swarm.
My braid is loose, and behind my head,
I dream of stories, from books I’ve read. Continue reading
A Grade 5/6 class from Glacier View Elementary spent an afternoon visiting Trent River. They took their water color supplies and writing books and worked in silence as the water gurgled past them. It was a warm October day with the deep blue skies behind the brilliance of golden maple leaves and dark green firs. As their teacher describes it, they were learning to love nature.