Geology

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My stone…

My stone watches the valley change over the year. Winter snow. Spring rain. Summer wildflowers. Autumn harvest. My stone watches the valley renew each year.

Anonymous

Inside the stone I felt…

Inside the stone I felt protected, yet invisible; my mind quiet, my eyes fascinated with the expansive art enveloping me.

Mimi N
Buckeye, AZ

My stone…

My stone is welcoming to others, part of the protecting circle. My stone can be found in a bright field, and a dark forrest. My stone is ready, to speak, to stand, to be.

Kiya Ott
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is sandy, small, and soft but it is easy to step on, and smash, And I will not throw it into the dark and deep lake.

Isac K.
Old Trail School

My stone…

There is a mossy stone, That is very old, It's really never ever cold, And I call it home. It has a swimming pool inside, For me to swim for hours, A quiet place for me to cry, Whenever I feel sour. This mossy rock has lots of blankets, And it's hidden in the moon, It's hidden in the darkest places, And I will find it soon. I expect it need a key, So I will ask a key maker, to make one just for me, So I can make that mossy stone safer.

Carrie
Old Trail School

My stone…

My Rock is vibrant, colorful and happy yet so any people fail to see how truly strong we are. and we have a brave leader and his name is........... Dwayne the Stone Johnsons The Rocks Brother/ But enough of that my rock is dull on the outside but bright on the inside/ its so smooth and sandy and thats my perfect stone with our perfect leader Dwayne the Stone Johnson

Carson Worley
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone has come alive/ and has many words to say/ yet has so many feelings but expresses none, it would talk about millions of years sitting there.* And talk about its sandy touch but inside he's just a little cub. He's feeling are just a little cub but he's just a little stone inside. He wathes himself looking there he was a sore stone with no one sitting there and he was the sound of a little stone with a huge heart.

James Robinson
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is colorful and smart, It shimmers in the dark, And shines in the light, My stone is loving and thoughtful and brave, It loves being a stone

Caroline Ferguson
Old Trail School

My stone…

My rock does not look like the other rocks. It is Red and Blue. It is always at peace. My rock has been everywhere. My rock always sees water. It would listen to the cool waves and meditate next to them. My rock was happy the way it was. It always has some place to go. My stone feels warm everywhere. It has a smooth surface. My rock is a normal sized rock. Not to big that you could stand on and not to small that you could chuck it. My rock has never felt displaced.

Ariun Soni
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is bumpy, red, and small/ he wants to yell when I skip him. but he can't. When someone tries to touch him he rock's up and gets hard. When I skip him luckily he can breathe under water.

Jude W
Old Trail School

My stone…

My Rock is slow unless if you skip it but if you skip it, it stays with the fish. The Rock has been here for more than life/ It has feelings but it can't tell em/ My Rock is bored just to sit there but for them it feels like a month for them. Us, years.

Noah Mackarian
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is quiet on the outside but when you open it up you get a totally different guy/ My stone is tired and old, very old but when it wakes up its totally cool/ My stone is funny and cool but don't get too close or you'll look like a fool/ it's light when it's dark its warm when its cold/ Its fun to be with when you want to be bold.

Mat C
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is rough, flat, and long/ When you skip it in the water it glides like it has wings. If you put it up to the light, it looks blue like the afternoon sky. Every day I get tossed into the water and skip to the other side of the pond.

Anne Bentley
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is large and powerful/ My stone is smooth and calm/ it's red from iron and blood/ Of all the hard working souls/ my stone is nice and dry/ my stone is cozy and warm

Anthony Grieco
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is rough and bumpy, grey, the kind to stay away, but if you break me open its shining, gold waiting with an open heart. My stone is soft and has emotion. My stone will offer warmth, and will invite you in, my friends mean it all to me, if you mess with them you'll have to go through me. I'll never be alone. I spend my days in the water skipping through the heat, my stone is a meaning to me.

Jane Keller
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is shiny and light, yet a deep dark blue. My stone feels old, yet new. My stone feels lonely, but loved so much. My stone might feel and be different inside and out, but nothing will stop my stone form being determined and proud.

Penelope Vrobel
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is small and red, ridged. It sits on a hill, alone, quiet, so small to the world, huge to the imagination. Dull in the light/ dark in the night, from the in and out, sad, alone, painful... happy/ imaginary

Samantha Spatz
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is yet small, but has big dreams. My stone is brave as can be, with bumps running through each side. My stone feels loved with yellow perks, but feels blue with blue tears. With black, purple, and green jumping from side to side. Yet my stone is small but is proud to be brave as can be.

Cali LeVan
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is thick and chonky, it's filled with hamster nukes. Its name is XXill3xx09, It is red, but not from iron, it is filled with souls.

Nick Ross
Old Trail School

My stone…

My stone is as hard as a rock. So hard you might need that one thought. My stone is as big as a tree. So tall it could not be seen. My stone could walk and talk. So guess if you know my stone. My Rock.

Victoria D.
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I see a rock, a tough, hard fall, a bright memory. Hard time, yet a soft rock. I was walking in the serene eve of December. Warm in the heart, and cold on the outside. The call of the birds, The Rock Johnson. The splashing ripple of falling branches, the calm cows in nearby ranches. It is hard to be a rock, over 1k years never gone. The booming sound of the stones in a quiet room.

Mike Marcinias
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I have went inside a stone. It felt cold, dark, and calm. I heard the heartbeat of the forest if I stayed silent. I touched the cold, sandy, wet huge stones. If I looked closely, I could read a story the moss wrote on the trees. The path is sandy and dirty. Not as nice as the beach. Sometimes, if you are lucky, the forest sings you a song with the wind. The water is cold and icy. The moss is hugging my hands every time I touch it. Each stone whispers me stories that are older than humans. The leaves talk to anyone who will lsiten. The forest is the story.

Sabrina M
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a rock, I saw, I felt, I heard. I saw fallen trees and trees that grew, I saw perfect rocks and some broken in two. I saw strange, small ferns and big ones too, I saw the big sky that was shining bright blue.

Rebecca
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and saw the source of the sparks. I found the source of height and weight and found the simple core that had formed years before. I heard the simple sound of gravity pulling rocks to cause a cavity within the simple core that was torn many times before. The simple core that causes smooth surface that hasn't been before.

Alex Flanto
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went into a stone and I saw the green moss eroding the stone little by little, taking its hard work into nothing with help by water turning it into nothing but sand. But even in the dark all is not lost as little kids walk to the sand and start to build.

Brody Mcmillen
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I saw crumpled leaves, huge rocks, oddly thin trees, and a quiet stream. I heard gusts of wind, birds chirping, and rocks falling. I felt the grainy rock, the soft sand, the cold wind, and the wet rocks.

Anonymous
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I saw cold rocks, wet grass, tall trees, steep mountains, animals running around, falling leaves, carvings in trees, and big fields.

Jayden Li
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and saw darkness/ I went in farther and saw darkness/ I went in farther and I saw darkness/ I heard some footsteps that weren't mine/ I stopped, they stopped, I saw a light so I took flight/ I fell, and dell, and fell.

Sam McGowan
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone, a stone with no bones. I would rather be a stone than a bee, a dove, or above the ground. I sit there all day, watching the birds fly around and other creatures do their own tricks. Listening to a waterfall, or seeing people. I am frightened when I saw a bear but I know that they have a heart in there. It is sad it gets dark and the day has to end. But I will repeat this again and again. I will see those creatures again tomorrow and the next, so see you tomorrow, my friend!

Hilty Deuble
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a canyon, I saw carvings in the rocks, I climbed like I have never climbed before, I touched sand, I heard the howling wind and crackling leaves, I heard dogs barking, I saw dogs playing.

Charlie Harrington
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone, and it was pale purple. I felt sharp, pointy sticks coming from the high ceiling. I tasted salty water, dripping from the stick sides. I heard distant laughter, shouting, and the crack of a tree. Suddenly, boom! crack! I was weightless. Then, sploosh. I hit the water. Ripples of the creek circled me. Then, a crack came from the rock. Sunlight flooded the dark space. Free at last.

Anonymous
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and I saw the layers of the rock smooth, grainy, rough, some even felt like sandpaper I heard birds chirping and singing their song I felt the sandpaper like texture from the rock I hear the soothing sound of a river flowing no end in sight. Now I know rocks are more than inanimate objects they are always changing and moving and never stop.

Anonymous
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a rock, and i saw, brown leaves, gray rock, and green moss. Clear water, orange sand, and dead trees. Big branches, small twigs, big stumps. I looked at a rock, I saw, orange sand stone, eroded rock, and flat rock.

Drew
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I saw a rock, I went inside. I see all of my world desires. I saw a nice lake with a dishing rod on the dock. I saw a Burmese mountain dog puppy, a treehouse with a TV and an xbox. But most of all I saw nature. There were so many rocks to climb a watch spot to a tree filled valley. There are squirrels, birds, rabbits, and foxes. I heard the sound of water. I tasted the sweetest berries. I came out it has felt like days but when I came out it has only been a few seconds.

Anonymus
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I saw trees growing on rocks, carvings on the rocks, purple tinted rocks, a small stream trickling across the path of dirt and stone. I heard the wind blowing swish-swish, happy shouts of excited children, a dog barking in the distance, the dripping of rain down the stone, a thin and soft layer of moss a top, protecting the stone.

Chloe Wang
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and felt the cold, hard grip of claustrophobia, the jostling feel of wind, and the hard, boney root. I heard the the coo of a jay, the leaves of a tree. Soaring, floating without care. I saw the world condensed into one community. I saw, heard, felt- the warm touch of HOME.

Leela
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone/ A cold, damp stone/ lots of plants/ in there/ little movement in the stone/ lots of life, though/ critters of sorts/ shrews, squirrels +...

Ellie
Old Trail School

My stone…

I saw dark wet rocks by the stream and fuzzy green moss. The song of a bird, a cracking stick and joyous laughter of the kids. A spider named Deb on a web, and a black mouse with a house. Water dripping off stones, and beautiful pink flowers that wink at you. Red squirrels, in bed, but well fed.

Alyssa Bowman
Old Trail School

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and I saw fallen trees now turning into soil and then new trees starting to sprout for miles to go before...

Sammy Coury
Old Trail School

Inside the stone I felt…

Inside the stone I felt trapped / the sound was a constant rap, rap, rap. / What is out there? / Please someone share. / What do you see? / Wait, what is happening to me? / Louder than the rap, a bang. /Help me. I can't just be left to hang. / A bright light. / A beautiful sight. /Trapped no more. / A whole new park to explore.

Toni Mervine

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I go inside a stone and see bugs sleeping in the dark I see crystals and diamonds glimmering inside the rock. It is a whole new world seeing the hidden inside, underneath the rough and bumpy moss and ferns. Inside the stone, I hear people stepping on me— THUMP and SQUISH minerals and mushy dirt I hear them walking and talking, I feel their weight, their footsteps on damps, sandy ground. I hear birds, TSK, TSK, CHIRP and the SHH SHHHH of rain. I feel the pressure inside the stone ledges squeezing metamorphic pebbles or sedimentary sandstone crumbling and withering away.

A Group Poem by 3rd Grade Students from Old Trail School, Every Kid Outdoors
Peninsula, OH

My stone…

I was once part of a rock, / A smooth, glistening flat rock / I was once part of a rock / A rock that was skipped and thrown / by kids: later abandoned and forgotten, / I was once part of a rock that traveled / hundreds of miles underwater til surfacing again / I was once part of a rock that repeats / this cycle til the end of time

Simon H
Wick Jrs

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

Inside / The stone / It is round like a dome / Trapped inside and nowhere to go / That is inside the stone / Trapped all alone / Near others but still on its own

Timothy S
Wick Jrs

My stone…

Rocks, stones, leaves, tree all of it is nature / If you go inside a rock / It might feel soft, might feel hard / Being inside a tree would be cool / Nature is very cool and I wish I could / See it’s point of view

Lydia M
Wick Jrs

Inside the stone I felt…

Take a moment. / Take a moment to go inside. / Take a moment to go inside and see / the world through different eyes. / The trees, the rocks, the ground. / Find a different perspective. / A new perspective. / Look at the world. / See what they see. / A squirrel gracefully leaps from your arms. / The water rushes through you, slowly forming a / magnificent canyon of you. / The soft feet of a child as they run through your hair. / Take a moment. / Take a moment to find something / Take a moment to find peace. / Take a moment to look through different eyes.

Anna B
Wick Jrs

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

A creature of rock / The rocks pure, cold stone / None of them perfect / Different shapes, sizes / Different personalities / Rocks for building / For skipping / For breaking / For hurting / Or, for sitting on / A flat rock / A fat rock / A rock made of rocks / A sharp rock / A smooth rock / A rock to make a barrier / A rock for dividing / For playing / For just existing / A rock for nothing / To do nothing, to break nothing, to make nothing / A rock for being a rock

Colemann P
Wick Jrs

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

Deep inside / Was my / Soul / Speaking / To my / Inner thoughts, / Touching / The bond of my / Being. Converting through / Connection / The lasting / Bond / Remained forever / Even with a / Stone.

Luka L
Wick Jrs

Inside the stone I felt…

the push as we emerged in the light, ancient tropical sea adhered to granite today in view of glaciers.

E Johnson
Gustavus, AK/Stow, OH

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

water flowing through quartz pebbles trickling sand from here to there ice expanding cracking creating new paths

ALA
Lakewood, OH

I went inside a stone and I saw...heard…

I went inside a stone and I saw rings, / like a tree, to mark the years / it had sat and witnessed / while yearning to be part of it.

Olivia F
Painesville
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