Photography is the central artistic medium used during Parks in Focus programming to connect youth to nature, but it’s not the only artistic medium taught, encouraged, or practiced. Parks in Focus participants also spend time writing, drawing, experimenting with water color, and expressing themselves in all sorts of creative ways.
Today we will highlight a couple of written pieces created by PIF youth. Sometimes the pieces are specifically poems, sometimes they’re stream-of-consciousness writing about what is being experienced that sounds like poetry. Either way, we’re calling this post “poetry.”
by A’keilah, age 13
The interesting day. Visiting parks. Finding out the true meaning of nature. Four wheels, loud noisy bus riding fast down the road. Stops to see the pretty trees and what they come from. Comes down to the white sand beach. People happy. Enjoying their time. Us. The group people, snapping pictures of exciting thngs. Almost night. Laughing, yelling, being occupied and having fun. Making tents, eating dinner, sitting by a campfire being silly. Always having fun.
by Lillie, age 12
I walked down a trail
and saw a squirrel with a furry tail
There was a fire that raised higher and higher
I shivered when I swam thru the river
by Hannah, age 13
Armed with a camera and a yellow school bus,
I explored parks around the Bay.
I met new friends who had never hiked
Never felt the ocean, never slept under the stars.
We started at Mt. Tam, and its manmade rock theater
As I tried out my new camera, nothing I had seen before.
Then Muir Beach, where the waves crash onto the rocks.
I took pictures of the sand and felt it squeak between my toes.
Then to Muir Woods, where the redwood trees dwarfed ferns.
And I looked up at the towers through the afternoon sun rays.
At the SS Red Oak Victory, Navy history screamed out.
As I explored its insides, and found the radio officer’s quarters.
Then we headed to Anthony Chabot, and set up camp.
And I fell asleep suspended under and old oak tree.
Then we dragon boated on the water outside JLAC.
Then we plopped down, dead tired, into our proper beds.
by Maia, age 13
The course of a weekend, stretched to eternity and then condensed into a single second
Countless names and faces, minute details of the world spreading around me
Thousands of memories created each second
the nighttime sky
by Olivia, age 11
Hopping, hiding, lurking