At the same time we're looking at one particular pebble of our own really carefully.
We did this on Friday, and took turns to handle our pebble and to describe it and say what it made us think of.
Then we kneaded our descriptions and thoughts into a poem shape.
Here's the pebble and the poem from 4G:
like a hard potato
like a small mountain
a massage stone
made of different rocks
grey and cream
it has a design
unusual to find a rock with stripes
crystal white like paint
x marks the spot
like the beak of a bird
you could scratch yourself
like the claws of a dinosaur
it has a missing half
it smells like it's been in the sea