Mercedes loving the wilderness classroom at Zoar Gap |
Though adventures take hours like
eagles take site,
Academics appear left and right,
New England timelines with skits
to perform,
Ripping through a poem’s skin,
counting every grain of corn.
Restless we may be it seems,
For backpacks need completed
seams.
We work into chapters of the
night,
Hannah’s birthday cake quenches
quite.
We wake to greet history,
Of lakes, rivers, ponds and
streams.
In inflatable vessels we glide
across,
The Connecticut River, in gnus we
waft
The air is thick with sewage
fair,
For from a plant it drains right
there,
What goes through toilets travels
here,
Is chlorinated, shifted, and
smeared.
We see faces carved in native
rock,
Long before the dam or lock.
We welcome Lexington eighth
graders,
Teaching them our ways and, later,
Ice cream in our watering mouths,
Liquid dairy sugar shouts.
And so begins adventure two,
Deerfield Expedition Gnu (an
inflatable white water vessel)!
Pumpkin pie to start our ride
Connecticut River study guide.
There is no hesitation at all,
Straight to the rapids, ready for
fall.
Catching eddies and surfing too,
Nothing forgiving as a gnu.
Flipping will happen: it can’t be
uprooted,
If you think otherwise Misha will
prove it.
Stopping, devouring bagels on
land,
Eating whatever we drop on the
sand,
Swallowing grapes that grow along
the way,
To relieve the adrenalin of Zor
Gap’s blaze (big white water rapids).
The current that’s sucking us in
like a hose,
Must mean above water we keep our
toes and nose.
We walk to our camp and Misha
makes soup,
The sweetest soup you ever could
scoop.
Our semester prepares for
presentations,
A Connecticut River knowledge
compilation.
Sleeping on the forest floor,
Without a tarp, for rain no more.
Joined by Pasha in the night,
The paddler artist to protect us
from fright.
For SAL the sea monster rules the
waters,
Abide by her rules or you will
flip over.
Speed, angle, lean and hope that
you’re clean,
Before you reach a rapid class
three.
Zoar Gap may have been a success,
But now we turn back to flip on
purpose,
Four rescuers save the poor
paddlers,
Before they get bruised on the
rocks where it’s faster.
We reach the van and begin on
home,
But soon the drips of oil roam,
So we must drive as slow we can,
Until we reach Bellows Falls in
our van.
There we are dropped to look
through a tunnel,
But culture shock sucks us into
the funnel.
Though nothing shocks us quite as
much,
As scoop shop ice cream for the
bunch.
“Ice cream this late in the season
and evening,
is proof of climate change.”
~Misha’s revealing.
And again upon arrival it seems,
We’ve been gone much longer than
just one evening.
The skits are now ready to
perform,
humble scribe thanks parents for
their kids being born.
Not a soul here on semester could
deny,
Theatric abilities and wisdom
inside.
Merrin, the dramatic reader of
hunters,
Declan makes the perfect
grandmother,
The Isiah Davis shouts in the
forest,
Mercedes and Emily reading their
chorus.
Hannah’s folks we love you so,
For the cake that you brought us
with frosting aglow.
The community gathers to witness
slide shows,
Of adventures in New Finland,
Ecuador, and, Oh!
Inspiring eyes of semester
students,
Cotopaxi seeming so close we can
touch it.
A day of rest to manifest
Preparation of Solo flesh,
With lack of dinner in our
stomachs,
The deep of the forest touches
our buttocks.
We sit as solitary dreamers,
While some are visited by
beavers.
Others watch the sky that pass,
From treetops or fallen leaves
and grass.
Coyotes are wailing in the night,
Without our headlamps, the stars
light our sight.
Now begins a week of structure,
When it ends we will be
elsewhere,
South of here to be precise.
So we try to speak Spanish most
of the time.
And start construction on the sides
of the barn,
Our semester’s tattoo on the
Kroka farm.
Power tools spin with noise,
Gouges and chisels, sawing of
joys.
We prepare for Parent’s Weekend,
When such surprises await, you’d
better attend.
~
“To laugh is to risk appearing the
fool,
to weep is to risk appearing
sentimental,
to reach out for another is to
risk involvement,
to expose feelings is to risk
exposing your true self,
to place your ideas, your dreams
before groups is to risk their loss,
to love is to risk not being
loved in return,
to live is to risk dying,
to hope is to risk despair,
to try is to risk failure,
but risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does
nothing, has nothing, and is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he
simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live. Chained by his certitudes,
he is a slave, he has forfeited freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.”
~Seneca (nobody knows my name)
Misha explains the ways of the river. |
Jamie and Zander paddle the green gnu |
Emily balances on the railroad track |
Are those rubber duckies or students preparing to paddle the Amazon? |
Dan and Declan working with the river |
Merrin and Grace paddling the gnu |
Declan helping split wood with Davicho for next winter |
Zander becoming a seasoned bike mechanic |
Students enjoying English class |
Declan and Ella presenting the story of Johnny Appleseed |
Isiah shares his musical talents |
Grace drills into a column for the barn |
Lydia using the handsaw |
Jacob learning alongside Roberto and Bill |
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