<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:34:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Journal - American International School</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-7862758674486736634</id><published>2010-06-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:38:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrostics</title><content type='html'>Acrostics serve any topic with great structural readiness, since the "spine word" resonates through the poem.  The spine word is set vertically and lines of a poem spill out of the letters.  To counteract a humdrum attitude reared on the exotic close-ups of the TV nature documentary or ecotour, students pretended to be blind.  With a partner, they took turns blind folding themselves and describing their local environment.  Here is what it's like "Being Blind":&lt;br /&gt;(Acrostics published anonymously by grade; photos by Kiernan Sullivan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTW2BfbI0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/yjPPwvPMxig/s1600/kiernan8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTW2BfbI0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/yjPPwvPMxig/s400/kiernan8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482242870018253634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blades of grass are&lt;br /&gt;Emerging from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Into&lt;br /&gt;New hands above the&lt;br /&gt;Ground where they will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;Lifted even further&lt;br /&gt;Into the air until they are&lt;br /&gt;No longer visible from&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed patch of earth.&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTXc508XoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lL6F6A1QZ8s/s1600/kiernan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTXc508XoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lL6F6A1QZ8s/s400/kiernan2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482243537975926402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being blind&lt;br /&gt;Equals...&lt;br /&gt;Icky, mossy, rough stuff&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Ground, stump, tree, plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, I bet, that is&lt;br /&gt;Loving the feeling of rocks and moss&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out what is rough, tall, and edgy&lt;br /&gt;No one can help me&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to fall on that spikey plant...&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTYu_DjhFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/T2qnPAsIAl0/s1600/kiernan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTYu_DjhFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/T2qnPAsIAl0/s400/kiernan5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482244948128662610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong&lt;br /&gt;Entering your senses&lt;br /&gt;Into your mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can harm you&lt;br /&gt;Going to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in ways apart&lt;br /&gt;Lending your gifts&lt;br /&gt;In your sights nothing&lt;br /&gt;No colors to be be found&lt;br /&gt;Do become strong&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTZUhu0eWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zu-ZbBl9DDM/s1600/kiernan10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTZUhu0eWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zu-ZbBl9DDM/s400/kiernan10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482245593092094306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful branches all around&lt;br /&gt;Every single leaf, so crunchy&lt;br /&gt;I can only feel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can see&lt;br /&gt;Guessing each organism I swiftly wisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fell, so clumsy&lt;br /&gt;Long walks, the grass is humid.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the flowers, and smelled.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how hot the day was&lt;br /&gt;Don't doubt your senses.&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTaFEh9FdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pdgSUrPZVbA/s1600/kiernan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTaFEh9FdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pdgSUrPZVbA/s400/kiernan3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482246427067094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly looking for my partner&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind I'm thinking I will fall&lt;br /&gt;No sight for help&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing onto objects I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurting out my partner's name&lt;br /&gt;Laughing as I bump into people&lt;br /&gt;In fear of falling down a hill&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Dying to take the blindfold off&lt;br /&gt;(9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTaruKjXAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sB3T1aZt4M4/s1600/kiernan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTaruKjXAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sB3T1aZt4M4/s400/kiernan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482247091078257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the idea of Paulo guiding me blind-folded&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of my senses kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;Into four senses my body was guided&lt;br /&gt;Not easy to do so,&lt;br /&gt;Going to try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursting adrenaline flows as I feel what my eyes can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Lowering my body then stretching to feel what's around me.&lt;br /&gt;I do not use my sense of taste too often,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would taste something they can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Dirt was the only thing my tongue could taste.&lt;br /&gt;(9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTbjGT46OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ujwDNiP6-sQ/s1600/kiernan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTbjGT46OI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ujwDNiP6-sQ/s400/kiernan6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482248042452674786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumping into&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;In front of me.&lt;br /&gt;No sense of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Girls screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys teasing,&lt;br /&gt;Little do I know what about.&lt;br /&gt;I feel rough bark,&lt;br /&gt;Nutty grounds, but only see&lt;br /&gt;Dark.&lt;br /&gt;(9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTfHsbQ88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/P9LEOlLCHqw/s1600/kiernan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTfHsbQ88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/P9LEOlLCHqw/s400/kiernan7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482251969694331842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is in&lt;br /&gt;Everything I touch.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to feel my way&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where I'll&lt;br /&gt;Go next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branches surround me, I feel&lt;br /&gt;Long ones and short ones. They&lt;br /&gt;Intertwine, leaving me with&lt;br /&gt;No choice but to go&lt;br /&gt;Down, crawling under them.&lt;br /&gt;(10th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTc9s6jMbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S9grdRkYqi8/s1600/kiernan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTc9s6jMbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S9grdRkYqi8/s400/kiernan4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482249599003603378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break into pieces, it's too dry&lt;br /&gt;Eucalyptus tree felt soft&lt;br /&gt;I felt like walking on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Not dry leaves, but grass&lt;br /&gt;Ground felt soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barks of dogs everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Leaves were dry&lt;br /&gt;It's dirty&lt;br /&gt;No insects are flying around&lt;br /&gt;Dry season is close&lt;br /&gt;(11th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTdcXZGDeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rtPQ0AOywIw/s1600/kiernan9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTdcXZGDeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rtPQ0AOywIw/s400/kiernan9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482250125802081762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavier, for my senses are working stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes into my ears more intensely.&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in thought, where am I?&lt;br /&gt;No idea where I am, lost, how can I figure out where I walk?&lt;br /&gt;Go on walking, like guided by the wind, walk, walk, and don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on top of the world, that is how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Look through the eyes of your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Insightful images fill your head, you wonder,&lt;br /&gt;No need for sight, just for feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me, where am I?&lt;br /&gt;(11th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTeLUuxiEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Plbmf6aA0Y/s1600/kiernan11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTeLUuxiEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Plbmf6aA0Y/s400/kiernan11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482250932541556802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-7862758674486736634?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/7862758674486736634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=7862758674486736634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/7862758674486736634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/7862758674486736634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2010/06/acrostics.html' title='Acrostics'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/TBTW2BfbI0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/yjPPwvPMxig/s72-c/kiernan8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-11918757157056063</id><published>2010-05-16T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:12:34.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanka</title><content type='html'>Japanese poet and critic Masaoka Shiki created the term &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tanka &lt;/span&gt;in the early twentieth century for his statement that poetry should be renewed and modernized. Until then, poems of this nature had been referred to as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waka &lt;/span&gt;literally "song" or "poem."  Tanka consists of 5 lines following a 5-7-5-7-7 syllabic pattern.  Tanka is a much older form of Japanese poetry than haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AiTS-kBDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bTTdFNAHV1E/s1600/yoori1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AiTS-kBDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bTTdFNAHV1E/s400/yoori1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471911262162256946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown bird nest I see&lt;br /&gt;The signs of life I perceive&lt;br /&gt;In the ground it was&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned bird nest is now&lt;br /&gt;I shall say where the bird is?&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AhplSAlDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g2l2O0c8b7k/s1600/sarah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AhplSAlDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g2l2O0c8b7k/s400/sarah1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471910545521153074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking, faded leaves&lt;br /&gt;Strewn on the powdery ground.&lt;br /&gt;Wind blows through them all,&lt;br /&gt;Arising whispers and sighs;&lt;br /&gt;Distant echoes of last breaths.&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_Ag8sqtTnI/AAAAAAAAANw/fTTawWUP6dI/s1600/sarah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_Ag8sqtTnI/AAAAAAAAANw/fTTawWUP6dI/s400/sarah2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471909774409682546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and lush meadow&lt;br /&gt;trees are reaching for the sky&lt;br /&gt;eyes peer from the shrubs&lt;br /&gt;a rustle of twigs within&lt;br /&gt;a bird's call sounds above you.&lt;br /&gt;(11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AgaVhflpI/AAAAAAAAANo/RczjNGVGAOo/s1600/maia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AgaVhflpI/AAAAAAAAANo/RczjNGVGAOo/s400/maia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471909184081467026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirp above trees&lt;br /&gt;Dragonflies around my knees&lt;br /&gt;Revealing wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Of her appealing allure&lt;br /&gt;For her beauty is puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;(11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AfotfhdwI/AAAAAAAAANg/PJubdJYtJ6Q/s1600/oscar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AfotfhdwI/AAAAAAAAANg/PJubdJYtJ6Q/s400/oscar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471908331522193154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Millions of animals live&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a termite&lt;br /&gt;Or even small, chanting birds?&lt;br /&gt;All around the tree they dwell&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AfKxedUxI/AAAAAAAAANY/Gy2HLWD6NYY/s1600/sarah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AfKxedUxI/AAAAAAAAANY/Gy2HLWD6NYY/s400/sarah3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471907817195393810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moo moo the cows say&lt;br /&gt;hungry hungry for mangos&lt;br /&gt;food food they yell&lt;br /&gt;MOO MOO they get louder&lt;br /&gt;eating eating the mangos&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_Ae33Lp1wI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0eDuGPUn87M/s1600/maia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_Ae33Lp1wI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0eDuGPUn87M/s400/maia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471907492309620482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The palm tree stood tall&lt;br /&gt;Fronds swaying ever gently&lt;br /&gt;The wind then freezes&lt;br /&gt;A hollow sound comes from deep&lt;br /&gt;As the woodpecker comes home.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AeckwvjkI/AAAAAAAAANI/AFIBCMuk1d8/s1600/oscar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AeckwvjkI/AAAAAAAAANI/AFIBCMuk1d8/s400/oscar2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471907023508442690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;masked by a total darkness&lt;br /&gt;yes is the river&lt;br /&gt;full of life but not happy&lt;br /&gt;at the end this is our fault&lt;br /&gt;(9th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AeK9Lv6qI/AAAAAAAAANA/nZBHSSMGolk/s1600/oscar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AeK9Lv6qI/AAAAAAAAANA/nZBHSSMGolk/s400/oscar3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471906720826518178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eucalyptus trees,&lt;br /&gt;you're a new canvas for me.&lt;br /&gt;Your colors singing&lt;br /&gt;a melody; I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;It highly lifts our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;(9th grade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-11918757157056063?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/11918757157056063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=11918757157056063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/11918757157056063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/11918757157056063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanka.html' title='Tanka'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S_AiTS-kBDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bTTdFNAHV1E/s72-c/yoori1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-5300319877272253191</id><published>2010-04-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:17:20.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odes (to local species or natural objects)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-pC4ANDhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/geOygt7ZUNs/s1600/bigtreecariari+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-pC4ANDhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/geOygt7ZUNs/s400/bigtreecariari+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462770739881774610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Butterfly" - 7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came&lt;br /&gt;into this world&lt;br /&gt;as a creature&lt;br /&gt;that just liked love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;But they weren't always like that!&lt;br /&gt;They used to be&lt;br /&gt;Big&lt;br /&gt;Scary&lt;br /&gt;And also attacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to Bamboo" - 7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bamboo can grow&lt;br /&gt;as tall as a school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunned at its strongness&lt;br /&gt;at its tallness&lt;br /&gt;at the way it stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-nyhbxg0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/3cd8knGFu3c/s1600/Immaculate+Path+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-nyhbxg0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/3cd8knGFu3c/s400/Immaculate+Path+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462769359433859906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Yellow Leaf" - 9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no other color&lt;br /&gt;but yellow.&lt;br /&gt;It has no other properties.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;It has the simple&lt;br /&gt;form of&lt;br /&gt;a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;For, it is&lt;br /&gt;just a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;It is a dead leaf.&lt;br /&gt;A yellow leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Cloud" - 9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;the elements chameleon&lt;br /&gt;life's energy,&lt;br /&gt;never disappearing&lt;br /&gt;only changing your face,&lt;br /&gt;like an actor&lt;br /&gt;changes masks.&lt;br /&gt;Quench my thirst,&lt;br /&gt;open my pores,&lt;br /&gt;freeze my toes,&lt;br /&gt;float my boat,&lt;br /&gt;fog my glass,&lt;br /&gt;slip my slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-nXwZIQcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GjjvrplE5dY/s1600/jaguar+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-nXwZIQcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GjjvrplE5dY/s400/jaguar+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462768899592831426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Little Yellow Flower" - 7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the vines&lt;br /&gt;You grew taller&lt;br /&gt;Than&lt;br /&gt;Any &lt;br /&gt;Buy yet&lt;br /&gt;The human came&lt;br /&gt;And sat her&lt;br /&gt;Big butt upon&lt;br /&gt;Your shining&lt;br /&gt;Face,&lt;br /&gt;And how saw many were&lt;br /&gt;To see something&lt;br /&gt;So pure&lt;br /&gt;Put to waste by&lt;br /&gt;A need&lt;br /&gt;To sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to the Sun" - 7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one thing&lt;br /&gt;Or one person&lt;br /&gt;May hold a world together&lt;br /&gt;And while they're doing so,&lt;br /&gt;People don't notice&lt;br /&gt;We won't survive&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-m7mq_B0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GVKumEIROoI/s1600/sunny+pines+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-m7mq_B0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/GVKumEIROoI/s400/sunny+pines+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462768415947032386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to The Tree" - 7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree that&lt;br /&gt;Stood so solid&lt;br /&gt;And was there for&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Much time&lt;br /&gt;It's deathly&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;The tree who drank&lt;br /&gt;So much&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;And knew that it&lt;br /&gt;Would some day die.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard&lt;br /&gt;Foundation&lt;br /&gt;That looked&lt;br /&gt;so strong and&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-iie5lgFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hZ5UfIXtzww/s1600/sunny+pines+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-iie5lgFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hZ5UfIXtzww/s400/sunny+pines+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462763586317549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Vine" - 9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a vine&lt;br /&gt;Comes a heart&lt;br /&gt;Long and lush with green&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Covering the whole trunk,&lt;br /&gt;Taking life from it&lt;br /&gt;Without a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Hard Worker" - 9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody goes alone&lt;br /&gt;and they all become one&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;When danger,&lt;br /&gt;around their colony,&lt;br /&gt;becomes grave,&lt;br /&gt;they all stand up&lt;br /&gt;to defend&lt;br /&gt;what they worked&lt;br /&gt;so hard in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to Clouds" - 9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering the day&lt;br /&gt;With their strange forms.&lt;br /&gt;When the sunset comes&lt;br /&gt;Bright colors are all over you&lt;br /&gt;Pink,&lt;br /&gt;Orange,&lt;br /&gt;Red and blue.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the colors that are in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-hmTERO1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/NfxbXjuN2p8/s1600/sunny+pines+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-hmTERO1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/NfxbXjuN2p8/s400/sunny+pines+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462762552348982098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Rock" - 10th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the first resource to build&lt;br /&gt;our&lt;br /&gt;first house,&lt;br /&gt;a rock that David used against&lt;br /&gt;Goliath,&lt;br /&gt;why shouldn't your importance&lt;br /&gt;be recognized?&lt;br /&gt;Your silence speaks&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-hELX6KfI/AAAAAAAAALw/DD6u2Lqqi_M/s1600/Nature+Journal+week2+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-hELX6KfI/AAAAAAAAALw/DD6u2Lqqi_M/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462761966168320498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to Bees" - 10th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;And dancing&lt;br /&gt;Making sweet honey,&lt;br /&gt;Nectar of life.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny metropolis&lt;br /&gt;Of miniature workers&lt;br /&gt;Growing,&lt;br /&gt;Expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-gthPJePI/AAAAAAAAALo/DTy0pBb3JDg/s1600/Nature+Journal+week2+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-gthPJePI/AAAAAAAAALo/DTy0pBb3JDg/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462761576900163826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to the Pine Tree" - 10th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shades of green&lt;br /&gt;And brown&lt;br /&gt;Shield&lt;br /&gt;The mighty&lt;br /&gt;Pine&lt;br /&gt;From harm.&lt;br /&gt;Among all the trees&lt;br /&gt;Pine prevails,&lt;br /&gt;Stands tallest,&lt;br /&gt;Imposing&lt;br /&gt;yet fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;Arrives&lt;br /&gt;The pine's only weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-fqvSdR6I/AAAAAAAAALg/McESbr-P7nE/s1600/Nature+Journal+week2+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-fqvSdR6I/AAAAAAAAALg/McESbr-P7nE/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462760429620905890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to the Rain" - 11th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All earth,&lt;br /&gt;All sky,&lt;br /&gt;At rest,&lt;br /&gt;The night&lt;br /&gt;fell, crying&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Of time and sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-e-MBRAeI/AAAAAAAAALY/uACTyI-V1uo/s1600/Nature+Journal+week2+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-e-MBRAeI/AAAAAAAAALY/uACTyI-V1uo/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462759664239313378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to Sunset" - 11th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more,&lt;br /&gt;And open the door,&lt;br /&gt;To yet another night.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;End the day,&lt;br /&gt;Finish it this way,&lt;br /&gt;For none other is as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to Guaria morada" - 11th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are known by different names&lt;br /&gt;your form and color do not change.&lt;br /&gt;Capture the attention of many eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're in good taste,&lt;br /&gt;You pick the perfect colors&lt;br /&gt;Your years do not go&lt;br /&gt;More and more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-eP5XYwlI/AAAAAAAAALI/o5IG-nHpX9s/s1600/sunny+pines+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-eP5XYwlI/AAAAAAAAALI/o5IG-nHpX9s/s400/sunny+pines+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462758868957839954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to a Banana Tree" - 11th Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big broad leaves&lt;br /&gt;sprout up everywhere&lt;br /&gt;off the strait&lt;br /&gt;stem&lt;br /&gt;umbrella over me&lt;br /&gt;protection from the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-dyDw8i3I/AAAAAAAAALA/qB18oRlucRQ/s1600/Immaculate+Path+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-dyDw8i3I/AAAAAAAAALA/qB18oRlucRQ/s400/Immaculate+Path+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462758356353321842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-5300319877272253191?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/5300319877272253191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=5300319877272253191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5300319877272253191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5300319877272253191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2010/04/odes-to-local-species-or-natural.html' title='Odes (to local species or natural objects)'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/S8-pC4ANDhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/geOygt7ZUNs/s72-c/bigtreecariari+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-6811875608863919508</id><published>2009-09-09T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:07:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinquain Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/Sqw2UINNaxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KVA7kvq70pY/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/Sqw2UINNaxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KVA7kvq70pY/s400/swallowing+awe+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380735374229072658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinquains (or Five-Lined Poems) are characterized by precise use of imagery and an economy of language.  "There is a laborious effect for momentary attainment, tersely terminated by the wholly unanticipated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyzMTLLdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KwDsoo7Z3s0/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyzMTLLdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KwDsoo7Z3s0/s400/swallowing+awe+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380731509857267154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinquains follow an accentual and syllabic pattern of the iambic foot.  Accumulation of energy in lines one through four followed by the inevitable collapse in "the turn" before the fifth line.  Titles are not casual but function as active “sixth lines,” conveying important meaning to the poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyeUhYQxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KH69xeK_mdY/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyeUhYQxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KH69xeK_mdY/s400/swallowing+awe+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380731151287075602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide Crapsey's "Triad" with /'s representing syllable breaks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title        TRIAD                                             Syllables&lt;br /&gt;Line 1       These / be                                            2&lt;br /&gt;Line 2       Three / si/lent / things:                             4&lt;br /&gt;Line 3       The / fall/ing / snow… / the / hour                   6&lt;br /&gt;Line 4       Be/fore / the / dawn… / the / mouth / of / one        8&lt;br /&gt;Line 5       Just / dead                                           2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyFYD9mqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0i12nVGD5tI/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwyFYD9mqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0i12nVGD5tI/s400/swallowing+awe+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380730722740705954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These be&lt;br /&gt;Three silent things:&lt;br /&gt;The falling snow...the hour&lt;br /&gt;Before dawn...the mouth of one&lt;br /&gt;Just dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/Sqwxp0UTPqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/K0Ak2NgQlmA/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/Sqwxp0UTPqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/K0Ak2NgQlmA/s400/AIS+March+14+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380730249289088674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwxPqkciNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/z8i77njKA0g/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SqwxPqkciNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/z8i77njKA0g/s400/AIS+March+14+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380729799995853010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous Cinquain Entries from American International School (Grades 7th - 11th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFE OF BAMBOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tall&lt;br /&gt;Moving around&lt;br /&gt;All talking with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they will make a cabana&lt;br /&gt;Then...silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUdlWvY-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BSSg39Ml8Rs/s1600-h/Tortuguero+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUdlWvY-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BSSg39Ml8Rs/s400/Tortuguero+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383241457188010930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke&lt;br /&gt;Flows across the&lt;br /&gt;Field, it doesn't fight&lt;br /&gt;It just advances forward and&lt;br /&gt;Draws in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUgoDo71hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vaeoiu3scuY/s1600-h/Tortuguero+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUgoDo71hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Vaeoiu3scuY/s400/Tortuguero+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383244802135152146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NATURE WALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts&lt;br /&gt;With a mango&lt;br /&gt;It ends with the cow happy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but it is happy&lt;br /&gt;Cow pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUhRcXg8zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JAUmqndbQXM/s1600-h/Tortuguero+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUhRcXg8zI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JAUmqndbQXM/s400/Tortuguero+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383245513147609906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beast&lt;br /&gt;Creeps up to me&lt;br /&gt;It extends its tongue...I&lt;br /&gt;Give him a red mango that is&lt;br /&gt;Rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUiBgyavHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vp0M1IsW8cM/s1600-h/Tortuguero+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUiBgyavHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vp0M1IsW8cM/s400/Tortuguero+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383246338967911538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNED BEAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out,&lt;br /&gt;Ravenous cows,&lt;br /&gt;Await for you to come&lt;br /&gt;Morosely they are awaiting, for&lt;br /&gt;Mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUiuCms3nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eeUt4IQGW1U/s1600-h/Tortuguero+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUiuCms3nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/eeUt4IQGW1U/s400/Tortuguero+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383247103959817842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ANIMALS DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasture&lt;br /&gt;Is horrible&lt;br /&gt;Cows look disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;Killing animals as a job?&lt;br /&gt;Not rare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUjdxFz9RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KNoW2I5fSfw/s1600-h/Tortuguero+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUjdxFz9RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KNoW2I5fSfw/s400/Tortuguero+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383247923892188434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POISON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly snake&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge;&lt;br /&gt;Your style is not our judgement.&lt;br /&gt;You live to survive, we live to criticize&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUk8u6kV_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jKZ5_LfE3XM/s1600-h/Tortuguero+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUk8u6kV_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/jKZ5_LfE3XM/s400/Tortuguero+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383249555395729394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE CLOUDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were&lt;br /&gt;big, white, weird clouds&lt;br /&gt;They swam on the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Looked as the big dreams of the child&lt;br /&gt;Rain came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUlxZTDswI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ITu-Bwicaqk/s1600-h/Tortuguero+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SrUlxZTDswI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ITu-Bwicaqk/s400/Tortuguero+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383250460125934338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-6811875608863919508?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/6811875608863919508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=6811875608863919508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/6811875608863919508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/6811875608863919508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinquain-poetry.html' title='Cinquain Poetry'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/Sqw2UINNaxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KVA7kvq70pY/s72-c/swallowing+awe+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-5654495902716778729</id><published>2008-06-01T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:20.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Earth Day AIS Students say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETQ1I1nsPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kvi3VPtA-Dw/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETQ1I1nsPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kvi3VPtA-Dw/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207516680471163122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETPwo1nsOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yBOpS99TSfY/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETPwo1nsOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yBOpS99TSfY/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207515503650124002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETO041nsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vTMdEId9zlU/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETO041nsNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vTMdEId9zlU/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207514477152940242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Day is a name used for 2 different observances both held annually during spring in the northern hemisphere and autumn in the southern hemisphere.  Celebrated on April 22 in the northern hemisphere, it is intended to inspire awareness of and appreciation for the earth's environment. (6th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETNYo1nsMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HFcbHE8tyqk/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETNYo1nsMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HFcbHE8tyqk/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207512892310008002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, if I lived alone, I would turn off all the energy in my house to let earth rest a bit.  Even if I'm the only one that is doing it...the next thing I would do is go out to a mountain and just sit by a river and rest and try touch nature a little bit more. (11th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETMBI1nsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_jQeL0ER40M/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETMBI1nsLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_jQeL0ER40M/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207511389071454386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that earth day will really change the earth someday because more and more people are getting to know what's happening in the earth today. (7th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETKeo1nsKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iFuew2xZMKo/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETKeo1nsKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iFuew2xZMKo/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207509696854339746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in charge of Earth Day, I would first announce for everyone to dress up in nature colors and possibly wear leaves... (10th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETJjo1nsJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yk8DVXotYXw/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETJjo1nsJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yk8DVXotYXw/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207508683242057874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kids wouldn't go to school.  And everybody wouldn't use electricity and people can go to parks and enjoy our earth with its nature and environment. (6th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETG2o1nsII/AAAAAAAAAFU/79KGkd2aQNE/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETG2o1nsII/AAAAAAAAAFU/79KGkd2aQNE/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207505711124689026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the awareness creating activites held every year on Earth Day are peaceful protest to vouch for change in legislature in benefit of the enviornment or simply show how much they care about nature. (10th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETEY41nsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lnHZyTFizDI/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETEY41nsHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lnHZyTFizDI/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207503001000325234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth day has no central government behind it, but there is thousands of people at work on the environment to keep it nicely in school and parks on this day. (12th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENN_I1nsGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gnlhhJ52S-w/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENN_I1nsGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gnlhhJ52S-w/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207091341269905506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Earth day we celebrate that we have a lot of natural resources that make our lives easier.  People around the world get together to honor everything Earth gives us. (6th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENLmI1nsFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWbAM-TdAQA/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENLmI1nsFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QWbAM-TdAQA/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207088712749920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hand out T-shirts with random Earth sayings like "Tree-hugger" or "Recycle" to spread some Earth day spirit. (8th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENKN41nsEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f3PsnAjvmdw/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENKN41nsEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f3PsnAjvmdw/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207087196626464834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the main change I would make to the celebration; instead of only hearing how nature is being destroyed we should interact with nature, really appreciate its beauty.  (10th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENIW41nsDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZxYJPMo3T7A/s1600-h/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SENIW41nsDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZxYJPMo3T7A/s400/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207085152222031922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-5654495902716778729?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/5654495902716778729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=5654495902716778729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5654495902716778729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5654495902716778729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-earth-day-ais-students-say.html' title='On Earth Day AIS Students say....'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/SETQ1I1nsPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kvi3VPtA-Dw/s72-c/COOL+%26+Guanacaste+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-5208099651086322087</id><published>2008-04-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:22.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature vs. Non-Nature, Nature Values &amp; Spirituality in Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_wtlHvUBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5w3qmU-3Qh4/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_wtlHvUBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5w3qmU-3Qh4/s400/swallowing+awe+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187070986579871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the day&lt;br /&gt;where everything that is out of place&lt;br /&gt;be removed away&lt;br /&gt;for the animals' and our own sake (10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hot I could barely hear&lt;br /&gt;bugs whispering for the temperature (11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_w09nvUBWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/URnej3QPiyw/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_w09nvUBWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/URnej3QPiyw/s400/AIS+March+14+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187079104068060514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nature" is whatever is not made by human fingers (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nature" is anything that has occured or appeared without the intervention of humans (10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_wwo3vUBVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HP9WzPWKWx4/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_wwo3vUBVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HP9WzPWKWx4/s400/AIS+March+14+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187074349539263826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "Nature" is everything because everything is made out of something people took from Nature...now Nature is destroying the world because we didn't use it how we should have (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Nature" is a memory of our ancient past and a hope to acheive the goal of preserving it (10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that everything around us is "Nature," even chemicals and contaminants (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_w_j3vUBXI/AAAAAAAAADE/KX3EcMi8C0Q/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_w_j3vUBXI/AAAAAAAAADE/KX3EcMi8C0Q/s400/AIS+March+14+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187090756314334578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think humans should be considered "Nature" and also our buildings.  It's like when ants build an ant nest, it's a building helping them survive.  So then it's not humans destroying Nature, its Nature destroying Nature (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xF53vUBYI/AAAAAAAAADM/bsyGJadf-OQ/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xF53vUBYI/AAAAAAAAADM/bsyGJadf-OQ/s400/COOL+beginnings+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187097731341223298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are not "Nature" because they didn't come from the ground &lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans can be part of "Nature"...if they donate part of their time to help the environment (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xHs3vUBZI/AAAAAAAAADU/lOLToT1XygU/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xHs3vUBZI/AAAAAAAAADU/lOLToT1XygU/s400/COOL+beginnings+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187099707026179474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think humans are "Nature" because we examine Nature ourselves &lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xIvXvUBaI/AAAAAAAAADc/iOwprOFISag/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xIvXvUBaI/AAAAAAAAADc/iOwprOFISag/s400/COOL+beginnings+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187100849487480226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to distinguish between "Nature" and "Not Nature" because you have to know how to treat Nature and how to treat things that are not Nature (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nature" and "Not Nature" have many different boundaries.  Some are concrete such as a jungle and the city, and others are abstract or just ideas implanted in our heads such as the artificial and the natural (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xLJnvUBbI/AAAAAAAAADk/qv9OHoRkQ8A/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xLJnvUBbI/AAAAAAAAADk/qv9OHoRkQ8A/s400/COOL+beginnings+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103499482301874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boundary between "Nature" and "Not Nature" cannot be made by measurement &lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xMSHvUBcI/AAAAAAAAADs/x6CMcZQuTmg/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xMSHvUBcI/AAAAAAAAADs/x6CMcZQuTmg/s400/COOL+beginnings+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187104745022817730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to distinguish "Nature" from "Not Nature" is good in a way because you treat everything equally and the same (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xOAXvUBdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iWwvCRhIXR0/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xOAXvUBdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iWwvCRhIXR0/s400/swallowing+awe+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187106639103395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think humans value Nature by caring about it when it needs help (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuable means not only how useful something is but also its roll of existing in the world (11th grade) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People value Nature whenever it's useful (11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuable means to appreciate and care for something (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xRnXvUBeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j-iDRr_qPp0/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xRnXvUBeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j-iDRr_qPp0/s400/swallowing+awe+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187110607653176802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of valuing something, I think of taking care of something, standing up for what I believe in, or respecting morals (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuable means that losing it would have a big cost for humankind (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xTE3vUBfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cdYg54aHuS0/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xTE3vUBfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cdYg54aHuS0/s400/AIS+March+14+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187112213970945522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Nature and Religion teach us how great the &lt;br /&gt;world is (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Nature and Religion will work together &lt;br /&gt;because facts and beliefs are opposite (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When humans could not find anything to protect their &lt;br /&gt;inner heart, religion was developed (11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xUfnvUBgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ttcNZ3OOlxs/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xUfnvUBgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ttcNZ3OOlxs/s400/COOL+beginnings+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187113773044073986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your Religion makes laws to help Nature then that is good, &lt;br /&gt;but if the tendency of man is to worship himself and Nature, &lt;br /&gt;that is bad (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alliance between Religion and Nature would be good because &lt;br /&gt;it would help in creating consciousness in people to help the &lt;br /&gt;environment (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Religion and Nature can have a balanced &lt;br /&gt;relationship that will help or harm either.  Both are &lt;br /&gt;way too different (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the greatness of Nature and appreciate it through &lt;br /&gt;Religion (10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xXhHvUBiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qxn_cYG6DKU/s1600-h/AIS+March+14+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xXhHvUBiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qxn_cYG6DKU/s400/AIS+March+14+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187117097348761122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Nature and God are so much bigger than I am, all I can do is wonder, awe and feel sublime...but I also know that they make me strong and such a larger person inside (7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people, "feeling small" is good because you feel humble and don't feel like anybody is watching everything you do and you aren't afraid to do things that most people would judge you by (8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xV2nvUBhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mQj2NPnojS0/s1600-h/swallowing+awe+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xV2nvUBhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mQj2NPnojS0/s400/swallowing+awe+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187115267692693010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are part of Nature but sometimes we don't act like it (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to protect Nature so that is why we need to know what is "Not Nature" (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xZfXvUBjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oPb6zX_Zydg/s1600-h/COOL+beginnings+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_xZfXvUBjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oPb6zX_Zydg/s400/COOL+beginnings+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187119266307245618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, by breathing, I am connecting to Nature (10th grade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6864935878772184661-5208099651086322087?l=naturerules-ais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/feeds/5208099651086322087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6864935878772184661&amp;postID=5208099651086322087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5208099651086322087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6864935878772184661/posts/default/5208099651086322087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naturerules-ais.blogspot.com/2008/04/nature-vs-non-nature-nature-values.html' title='Nature vs. Non-Nature, Nature Values &amp; Spirituality in Nature'/><author><name>sasquatch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163790016558500586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R_wtlHvUBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/5w3qmU-3Qh4/s72-c/swallowing+awe+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864935878772184661.post-4579957215738240592</id><published>2008-02-10T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:25.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch, Detach and Consider Nature Creatively</title><content type='html'>“You have to be still and quiet for these things to happen; you have to release your expectations; you have to stop thinking you already know things, or know how to categorize them, or that the world has already been explained and you know those explanations ... Approach the world as a child seeing it for the first time.  Remember wonder.  In a word: humility.  Then things come to you as they did not when you thought you knew.”  Sharon Butala, The Perfection of the Morning: An Apprenticeship in Nature (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8uD0FyaAtI/AAAAAAAAACk/vL-NeJ_eKFE/s1600-h/jaguar+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8uD0FyaAtI/AAAAAAAAACk/vL-NeJ_eKFE/s400/jaguar+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173373527895179986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows&lt;br /&gt;The grass grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds chirp&lt;br /&gt;The frogs blurp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nature&lt;br /&gt;Filled with danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquil things&lt;br /&gt;like tree rings   (6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8uC01yaAsI/AAAAAAAAACc/L5DmjQhpris/s1600-h/jaguar+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8uC01yaAsI/AAAAAAAAACc/L5DmjQhpris/s400/jaguar+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173372441268454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some shapes that can be thought of with simple pieces that nature can make...  &lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature always finds a way to forgive us and recover from the harm we have caused it.&lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8t7yFyaAqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g0l9iZ74Bh0/s1600-h/jaguar+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8t7yFyaAqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g0l9iZ74Bh0/s400/jaguar+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173364697442419362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of a giant tree looks like a giant hand with lots of fingers that are fighting each other...it also looks like strange creatures dancing &amp; talking to each other in hesitation...it seems like they were all connected in one, they move in shadow, caused by wind.&lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8t5lVyaApI/AAAAAAAAACI/go7aVyXgORA/s1600-h/jaguar+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8t5lVyaApI/AAAAAAAAACI/go7aVyXgORA/s400/jaguar+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173362279375831698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a truck with a lot of lumber just cut from a place.  I feel sorry for those trees and animals' habitats.  If I was president of Costa Rica I would put more preservation of nature.  Impossible is nothing!&lt;br /&gt;(6th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DZ5KksdYI/AAAAAAAAACA/bOH0FFCsrxo/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DZ5KksdYI/AAAAAAAAACA/bOH0FFCsrxo/s400/Immaculate+Path+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170371948335363458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I wonder why I don't do this more often.  It's a time I'm able to get away from the busy life...it makes me love nature and appreciate it even.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long I stare in awe of this tree, I'll always find a new way to imagine it in an extraordinary scence.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DY6aksdXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ETqr1ttx_ew/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DY6aksdXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ETqr1ttx_ew/s400/Immaculate+Path+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170370870298572146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear palm trees, I feel soft wind and burning sun, I smell wet dirty, I taste humidity...this wide open space makes me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear how the wind pushes through objects giving it a music-like sound.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DXvKksdWI/AAAAAAAAABw/pOO8zAG9FUI/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DXvKksdWI/AAAAAAAAABw/pOO8zAG9FUI/s400/Immaculate+Path+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170369577513416034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the grass, butterflies flying everywhere...I wish I could stay here my whole life, this is what a perfect world is called.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two amazing trees, their leaves on top were all connected so it looked like a roof with leaves.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DWuKksdVI/AAAAAAAAABo/FEg0GQXnUlo/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DWuKksdVI/AAAAAAAAABo/FEg0GQXnUlo/s400/Immaculate+Path+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170368460821919058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned out here is that God can appreciate things more and see the little details that differ from a drawing or video game.  If I could I would take a picture of every existing detail I see.  But pictures are not the same as seeing it if only the picture looked the same as how you saw it...I wish to share my ideas with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;(7th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DRy6ksdUI/AAAAAAAAABg/g39u4Cwu42Y/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DRy6ksdUI/AAAAAAAAABg/g39u4Cwu42Y/s400/Immaculate+Path+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170363044868158786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an underground city of ants...all is silent, all is dark, yet everything is working perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we stopped looking so hard for beauty and just enjoy what's around us, we'd find the real meaning of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DN1qksdTI/AAAAAAAAABY/x6UDU7CJqBM/s1600-h/Immaculate+Path+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R8DN1qksdTI/AAAAAAAAABY/x6UDU7CJqBM/s400/Immaculate+Path+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170358694066287922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many trees that I can see, they are shaking their bodies.  I can see they are accepting me to relax next to them, they are really friendly and they sound like they are making music.&lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers bloom,&lt;br /&gt;the sun is gone&lt;br /&gt;but the gentleness of this moment is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The colors contrast,&lt;br /&gt;the children smile&lt;br /&gt;nature is officially awake.&lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69rC6ksdPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Nf2EcpPCfZg/s1600-h/sunny+pines+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69rC6ksdPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Nf2EcpPCfZg/s400/sunny+pines+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165464995444323570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these birds singing, is it a love song, an angry song, a happy song?  I can't know but I can guess...What if their message was clear?  Would you be willing to hear?  Would you ignore it?...Would you like it if no one understood you?  Would you need help?  Feel desperate if you can't have anyone listen to you?&lt;br /&gt;(8th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lost in this world,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you wander off&lt;br /&gt;you, the wind&lt;br /&gt;(9th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69mz6ksdNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bP3kWQNVeNY/s1600-h/Nature+Journal+week2+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69mz6ksdNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bP3kWQNVeNY/s320/Nature+Journal+week2+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165460339699774674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature make me feel at peace, completely at home with myself...things are simpler here...my spirit is at ease...not knowing the beings and customs, yet let in freely as if known for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots on the floor&lt;br /&gt;that emerge from a tree&lt;br /&gt;like connecting roads&lt;br /&gt;divide the world in three.&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69s4qksdQI/AAAAAAAAABA/RkY7GTzGR38/s1600-h/bigtreecariari+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69s4qksdQI/AAAAAAAAABA/RkY7GTzGR38/s400/bigtreecariari+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165467018373920002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind tears through the unclouded sky&lt;br /&gt;trees move with barren trunks and flamming leaves&lt;br /&gt;awaiting rebirth in passing time.&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems hard to just sit down and have your mind think of nothing.  We are always thinking about something...how pleasant it is to enjoy the sound of nature.  It's all so good that after a while, you don't want to think about anything, you just want to enjoy the feeling of a blank mind.  Which little by little is getting filled by itself, gathering the magic of life.&lt;br /&gt;(10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69vJKksdRI/AAAAAAAAABI/unqxLac7-XA/s1600-h/Nature+Journal+week2+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69vJKksdRI/AAAAAAAAABI/unqxLac7-XA/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165469500865017106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we are the people that destroy to create&lt;br /&gt;nature is the power that makes this world great&lt;br /&gt;nature is like a circle, perfect&lt;br /&gt;its continuance with no break between life and death&lt;br /&gt;(11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing to each other, they don't have pressure, they can fly anywhere they want to go.  The wind blows in the big tree as if it is still free in the forest and birds behave as if the didn't feel humans were coming.&lt;br /&gt;(11th grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69w5KksdSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWvtM7vsd98/s1600-h/Nature+Journal+week2+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5-TJzWNWU54/R69w5KksdSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YWvtM7vsd98/s400/Nature+Journal+week2+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165471425010365730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic equillibrium of two makes it more pulling, because along the bottom you also have the beauty of shade.  Within slow movement the tatoo cannot take its true calling.  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