Sage Hill

As we were sitting on the east facing hillside behind our school, listening and learning from Mrs. Ashley about how to harvest an Indigenous sacred plant, Colin acknowledged the land and named the space “Sage Hill”. As he did, his friends Amen, Eri and Declan overheard his acknowledgment and agreed with him wholeheartedly. Declan proclaimed the name of the space to the rest of the group and that is how the space came to be known as Sage Hill.

Please enjoy this piece of “found poetry” in the words of grade 3 children when reflecting on the experience…

Sage hill….

Made me feel joyful!

I felt sticky plants in my gloves, it felt kind of weird.

I felt a smooth, fluffy, silky Sage petal.

I felt a plant that felt like wood, but it wasn’t wood.

I felt crunchy leaves on the ground, with my gloves.

I saw Sage, flowers, trees and more!

I saw the beautiful hill filled with Sage plants.

I heard lots of birds chirping and leaves crunching😊

I wonder why the boys called this place Sage hill?

I wonder what type of animal has crossed Sage hill?

I wonder if the Sage on the hill is fully grown?

I wonder how the Sage got there in the first place?

By grade 3