yesterday, i taught my new insect poems workshop during a summer camp about bugs and butterflies at nockamixon state park in quakertown for kids who are in kindergarten through second grade, a group called little sprouts. although some of the creatures we discussed were not technically insects, but they were more related to insects than not and of course fell accurately enough into the category of bug-speak.
after some collective running around in the grass and in between trees by these fun kids, mid-hunting for bugs, i blew bubbles on our way to the education center to work on poems. the bubbles were a big hit in brief minutes as we walked. but that's because bubbles are just plain fun and whimsical.
below are eye-scenes of our excursions, some critters, and the poems crafted from the afternoon's inspirations. and hearing kids read their own freshly written poems is a great way to end a day.