Journey Through
Time
As you read the thoughts of a grade
3 student, you can follow the passage of time and see how history impacts
the land and the community of Millarville. "Voices
of the Land"
by Cole grade 3
I feel the hard
old branches. A little breeze blows threw the trees. The snow is soft
and cold. It is very cold in the winter. The snow is falling and makes
spots in the sky. There are moose and other animals walking by. They leave
cool tracks. I see a path full with animal tracks. The air is cool and
fresh and the ground is soft. The shining sun is bright and warm. A rock
like me loves the landscape and likes the warm sun shinning on me. There
are other rocks bigger and smaller than I am. I feel peaceful.
I am a rock and
I see teepees with smoke flowing through the top. There is a powwow and
the Native People are dancing in a ceremony. They are passing a pipe in
a circle, and it looks like there are only men smoking it. They point
it to the north and up. Every night a Stoney Native puts his elbows on
top of me and prays to the creator. I've learned how the Native People
live and survive. I see that they need animals for food and shelter, some
flat ground to build teepees. They like places to explore and fields for
their horses. The schools are
bigger and taking up more space on the land and the playgrounds are taking
up more space. Trucks and cars are making loud noises and driving everywhere.
Roads are being built over the land. Baseball diamonds are in the fields,
football fields taking up space to play and they have to put poles in
the ground and a hockey rink. Fences are built to keep animals safe, culverts,
a gas station, cul de sacs and parking lots. There are changes on the
land. There are fewer trees. It's good for people but what about the land?
It's hard being a rock watching the sad changes. As a rock I don't
want Millarville to become a town or a city. Millarville was meant to
be a peaceful, quiet place, not a loud big place. It's meant for people
who like the country. People who want a small place have come to the right
place. But remember, I can't do anything about it, I'm just a rock. |