Jocelyn Gonzalez

Fear spread like spilled water on people,

the fear of the unknown future that he was telling,

we chose then the option of change …

change the air for water and legs for a tail,

and leave the earth through the depths of the ocean

but still coming back to admire where our home was.

Sky Woman, by Ishanti Gumbs

In the sky there was an island, on the island there were sky people.

Sky, clouds, rain, water, ocean, sea animals; turtles & the birds fly high

Sky, clouds, island people

Sky, sun, trees, flowers, sweet smell

Sky, sun, flowers die, trees fall

Sky, moon, a woman falls 

Sky, moon, birds flies high and take the woman out of the sky

“Turtle’s back becomes sky woman’s home”

Mother of Haudenosaunee

The Coyote, by Eyup Cayan

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.

Luke Bryan

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.

The Raven, by Kevin Zamora

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.

The Coyote & The Stone, by Guilherme Cota

For you, maybe it won’t be a big deal

The world is losing love;

          For you, maybe it won’t be a big deal

Hearts are getting cold and people unhumble;

        For you, maybe it won’t be a big deal

He’s losing his fur, he’s cold, and he can’t control it;

     For you maybe it won’t be a big deal

Forests and people dying each day;

   For you it won’t be a big deal… until he wakes up and turns everything in a new beginning.

Poetry & Photography 2016

See How You Feel

Poetry & photography workshop presented at The Nature Conservancy Warhol Preserve, Montauk NY

Fifth grade students from Springs School, East Hampton NY explored the extraordinary shoreline environment of Montauk. They documented their experience with poems, sketches and photos.

Thanks to :

  • Paul D’Andrea, Nature Conservancy Steward who introduced the geology and natural habitat
  • Anna Mirabai Lytton Foundation Board Members Kate Rabinowitz,  Rameshwar Das and Irene Tully (retired Springs School teacher) who guided drawing, photography and writing exercises
  • Springs School 5th Grade teachers, Meghan Lydon, Tracey Frazier and Lindsay Thayer who helped to record and compile the creative works.

Poetry – Books 2016

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.