The Peace of Wild Things flickr photo by Dogtrax shared under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license
This poem by Wendell Berry is posted alongside a trail in Western Massachusetts, USA. Let’s use this for inspiration for a Blackout Poem or Found Poem. Take the poem and remix it. (Here is a link to one tool for making Blackout Poems via Glitch)
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free
This October (8-22), join the National Writing Project and the National Park Service for Write Out 2023. Organized as a public invitation to get out and create, supported by a series of free online activities, Write Out invites educators, students, and families to explore national parks and other public spaces. The goal is to connect and learn through place-based writing and sharing.This year’s theme is Poetry, Prose and Parks! Learn more and sign up: https://writeout.nwp.org
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