Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Please don't tell my mum




Can you feel the rain on your face and hands?Can you catch a raindrop with your hands?



Jump in puddles! Create patter in puddles!Explore what happen to the gutter and where the water go?



Don't let the rain stop play, we love outdoor play, whatever the weather!
But please don't tell my mum.



By wife,

Stop once in a while to get in touch with nature 

To rest ,sooth our soul and recharge.



More tips for kids outdoor activities here & some DIY stuff to make with kids.

 Create some landscape art – draw or write names with twigs, stones or leaves, and then take photographs.
 Dig the garden/allotment together. Children often (but not always!) love helping with gardening tasks.
 Everyone take bags and go collecting – pebbles, shells, pottery, hazelnuts, fungi, kindling for the fire.
  Take a bag to collect wild treasures, and a notebook to write or draw in.
Create a nature table – the perfect home for the spoils of your latest collecting mission.
 Go on a "blindfold walk" to use sound and touch rather than sight.
Go out in the rain. (checked!)
Or we go and collect stuff and make a stick man – great for kids who have read the Julia Donaldson book with the same title

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The road not taken

Quite old school, in fact was taught when I was in secondary school. Putting it in here as a reminiscence of the past.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And
be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it
bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as for that the passing there Had
worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh,
I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads onto way, I doubted
if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made
all the difference.
Robert Frost(1916)