The March Slice of Life Challenge-hosted by Ruth and Stacey, at Two Writing Teachers 14 of 31
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To the back of my school is a berm, and when one travels up and over the berm, there is a wetlands, a stream, and a large park. It was wilder when the school first arrived at these buildings about 13 years ago, but it is less so now, with smaller wetlands, numerous walking paths, and playgrounds at the other end a few blocks away. In the earlier years I met one of my students at 7am in the morning to sit on the berm and observe the fox family that lived down 'in the wild'. There were a few trees growing within the wetlands and hawks sat there looking for their meal tickets. As a school, we periodically went out into this area and picked up all the trash the wind and people left there. When we had a good snow, but no snow day, my students brought sleds and we sledded down the berm. In other words, it was a magically wild place in the midst of a neighborhood and all of us visited often, sketching and writing and observing.
