This week we had my friends over and went down to the river to see the salmon spawning. I really liked seeing the fish that close up – you could touch them if you had arms like my dad! It was really cool – we had races with them: we would see whichever one would make it across this really hard rapid. None of the fish that I voted for got through it. I named one Sharon – I sure hope she made it! It was a joke that I named her Sharon because Kahlil and I were ‘sharing’ her!! I really liked doing it with my friends and seeing the awesome fish.
Makayla’s poem from our Salmon workshop:
A salmon graveyard
Is a gruesome place
It smells of rotten eggs
There are dead fish everywhere
That seagulls eat
A salmon graveyard is a gruesome place
Bones, spines, skulls, guts, flesh
Memories of childhood splattered everywhere
Love, stories, thoughts that shouldn't have ended
But to think
That it fed all those seagulls, bears, river otters,
It almost lets me forget
All the memories lost.