{"id":962,"date":"2013-04-24T03:12:18","date_gmt":"2013-04-24T03:12:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/?p=962"},"modified":"2013-04-24T03:12:18","modified_gmt":"2013-04-24T03:12:18","slug":"ode-to-water","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/?p=962","title":{"rendered":"Ode to Water"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In light of our current <em>Water is Life\u00a0<\/em>project, is was such\u00a0fun for me to discover, just this morning, an old poem I had written, in 2007, about how much I value water in my own life. \u00a0At that time, I had just moved after five years in sunny but &#8220;Arid&#8221;zona, and was enjoying a year of travelling, mostly to coastal hot spots. \u00a0Most William Bridge students, having lived all of their life in lush BC, may not fully appreciate how scarce water can be in some environments. \u00a0But through our project, they are learning to appreciate the abundance of this critical resource.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_1583.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"965\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/?attachment_id=965\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_1583.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"320,240\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMG_1583\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_1583.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-965\" alt=\"IMG_1583\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingcollective.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_1583-150x150.jpg\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>\u00a0 Me and anything green clinging for dear life to any water that we can find in arid, Arizona.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s my <em>Ode to Water, a la Dr. Suess<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Water, how I love thee.<br \/>\nLet me count the ways.<\/p>\n<p>I love you when I&#8217;m thirsty.<br \/>\nI love you when I&#8217;m dry.<\/p>\n<p>I love the roar of ocean waves.<br \/>\nAnd you gently babbling by.<\/p>\n<p>I love you when I&#8217;m filthy or<br \/>\nwhen I&#8217;m so hot it aches.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I love to sing in showers.<br \/>\nAnd swim in deep, dark lakes.<\/p>\n<p>I love to boat, surf, dive, it&#8217;s true.<br \/>\nAnd most of all to float on you.<\/p>\n<p>I love to drink you with my tea.<br \/>\nAnd cook you with my linguine.<\/p>\n<p>I love you when you turn to snow.<br \/>\nAnd when you help my car to go.<\/p>\n<p>There is no end to this long list,<br \/>\nJust know that you&#8217;ve been sorely missed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In light of our current Water is Life\u00a0project, is was such\u00a0fun for me to discover, just this morning, an old poem I had written, in 2007, about how much I value water in my own life. \u00a0At that time, I &hellip; 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