We were crossing the field with Iktomi and Spider. While we were crossing the field we saw a rock in our way. We looked closely at the rock. I thought it was important so I put my blanket on the rock. I felt bad, the rock as covered with moss and a lot of cracks. Then it started to get really cold and started to rain so I wen’t yo the cave. I was very cold and my teeth clattered and I shivered. I wen’t to the rock to get my blanket. The rock didn’t give it back to me and started to go after me. I ran through the forest my friend left me behind. The rock chased me until the end of the forest and I got crushed.
I’ve made a huge mistake. I feel the cold water slowly capturing my feet under the ground. I try to escape but the water is too fast. I use every last bit of my strength to climb the tallest trees and the tallest mountains. I finally reach the top, exhausted. I look up into the neverending sky and plea for mercy. Then the water finaly stopped rising. I had won.
Before the flame and the warmth of the sun, the Earth was a cold and awful place. Everything was cold and iced, the feeling of the touching the snow would send chill down my back. One day my people choose to send an animal to the heaven to ask for the fire and the warmth of the sun. I was chosen by my people to go to the heavens and retreat the flame. My journey was a long tiring flight. Once I arrived it was a beautiful place with flowers and roses, this was the first I have felt the warmth of sun, it felt astonishing how the rays of the sun felt. I was giving a magical pole to bring escort back to earth. On my way down the pole was heating up and soon became fire. I was entrusted by my people to bring the flame back to earth. The fire wrapped around me but I was not going to let go and let my people down. I crash landed and before my eyes closed I saw snow melting and the sun rising. When I woke up I saw my beautiful feather burned to ash. My voice changed to an awful deep chirp. Through all the pain, I saw my people happy feeling the warmth of the sun. My people celebrated and were thankful and grateful.
As I flew through the skies, I began to realize how big of a journey I had set myself upon. I could already feel myself becoming weaker as the altitude increased. but I had to endure, for I would be seen as heroic if I managed to return from my journey successfully, with the ember of an everlasting fire.
Poet, artist and bookbinder extraordinaire, Megan Chaskey, worked with Coleen McGowan’s 3rd grade art students at Springs School in East Hampton, NY. They created hand-made books of their original poems. Megan guided students with poetry instruction and showed them how to handprint their words with rubber stamps, then assembled their books with accordion folding or hand sewn binding. Cover materials were handmade wallpaper donated by Elizabeth Dow.