Posted in science

Hungry Trout

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Posted in time travel, writing

They…

by Sebastian

they hear the sound
of moose and deer
they smell the delicious
maple sap in the trees
they feel the comfy
wigwam as it grows
every day
they see the rough
mountain snow
they taste the warm
food they have every
day every week, and
every month

Posted in science

Watershedding

In between visiting the Marine Park Salt Marsh and our trip to City That Drinks The Mountain Sky, students learned and experimented with making their own watersheds. After hypothesizing about mountain runoffs and where water will form reservoirs, students colored in their predictions and then watched what happened when it “rained.” First, groups got together and crumpled their butcher paper to make mountains and valleys:

. . . and then, when we simulated rain in their watershed, checked to see where the water was headed to pool:

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Craft rotations begin!

Heading back in time… the 4th grade classes all split up into small groups and began craft rotations to experience fun as the Lenape might have enjoyed it.  Corn husk dolls, shakers, snares, medicine bags, games and food were all on offer. Everyone will get to them all!

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Using tools at hand to empty gourds for rattles.
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Making art out of music.
Posted in community, field trip, science

img_4278“A baby trout with oil in its egg :(“

It’s amazing to see how the children synthesize experiences. This postcard visually references our trout eggs, the rainbow swirls we saw on the Gowanus Canal months ago, and the dangers of the DAPL.

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Marveling at the oil on the Gowanus. 

 

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“How can something be so beautiful and so bad at the same time?”

 

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The oil sheen really made an impression!
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Bad small / oil / but it’s so pretty
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Imagining a pipeline leak
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And its effect on our trout
Posted in community, writing

Injustice Must Be Stopped

The black snake is ever advancing,*
Biting down walls of stone. Its followers,
Careless, brainless, have fought for environmental
Racism. Hungry for money, they are. But if
They eat too much cake they will get sick.
The Indigenous peoples choose life over
Cake. They care not for dollars and cents.
The D.A.P.D. comes down with endless
force. Its eyes blazing with fire. But then,
The water protectors still have the chance
To throw water into its fiery eyes.
Then it will give up.
D.A.P.L has gathered every single
Man of non-Indigenous skin for
A follower. Tearing burial sites and
all other Indigenous sacred land,
The black snake is ever advancing.

–Ezra

*black snake refers to D.A.P.L. by Indigenous religion

Posted in writing

DAPL protest poem

A poem Nicholas wrote and mailed to Barack Obama and the US Army Corps of Engineers on postcards…

 

Hurting iimg_4251ndigenous is villainous

And the national guard deserves the darkest abyss
For trying to give native americans the death kiss

It’s like the black snake hiss

Hey miss hey sis your related to those army

Men so why did they dis you

Hey bro they might try to enlist you

–Nicholas