We began to make notes of what we could see, hear, feel and smell. We produced long lists and then we went searching. I'd prepared some things to look for. These included:
something curved
something covered
a shadow
a corner
some written words
a movement
something shiny
a sparkle
Across the grass, past the daffodils, round the play park, along the paths we investigated this small park in the middle of houses, building development and roads. We found all these things and more.
Then we went to the cafe in St Luke's Church and over our cuppas we composed haikus - short three line poems ideally suited to the images we'd collected. These are some I made that day:
A bag hangs in a tree
two construction workers walk
amongst daffodils.
A dad holds his son's hand
pigeons waddle in a group
on a sunlit path.
Here are two from haiku master, Basho Matsuo (1644 - 1694):
The old pond
a frog jumps in
the sound of the water.
The sea darkens
the cries of the seagulls
are faintly white.
