Drop-in Art Workshop

On 11th October, during the drop-in session with the Environment Agency, Tamed held an art workshop at the Community Centre. First the year four children came over from Deykin Avenue Junior's, and then, after school, the workshop was open to anyone else who wanted to attend.

On the floor we laid down paper and painted a large image of the River Tame. The children could make animals that either live on the river now, or we would like to see living on the river in the future. They then built a habitat (house) for their animals along the river.

A colourful butterfly.

An otter and his habitat. It would be lovely to see otters along the river!

A bank vole in a warm, cosy hole in the river bank.

Rabbits can often be spotted along the river in Witton.


















After school a lot more animals and habitats were made.

Some children who live locally made a park.

The river was filled with fish.

Tissue and shiny paper makes great water!

The vole lives under the tree, whilst the buzzard looks down from below. Be careful little vole!

The rabbit lives in a burrow underground.

Parents helped to make the habitats.

The river needs lots of trees for animals to make their homes.

Lots of trees!

This tree was put in the park that was made.

This nest was for a heron.

All over, and Witton and the River Tame have some great habitats for lots of different kinds of animals.

Summer Holiday Art Activity

It's 'back to school' time, but during the last week of the summer holiday tamed and lots of Witton residents came together for an afternoon of print making. There were three different kinds of printing, all with the idea to make a picture of the river or the wildlife of the river; there was potato printing, mono printing and poly-printing, and plenty of wet-wipes for multi-coloured fingers afterwards. It was a great afternoon, and the children who came were wonderful and produced some lovely pictures; here are just a few.

We chatted about the River Tame too, and found out about what activities are in the area for children- which are very few. Parents were really pleased to have an activity as there are no local play areas. There will be another activity in the second week of October, and we will keep you posted about exactly when and what that will be.

This was a free activity funded by the tamed project. The artists attending were Jenni Coles-Harris, Rob Colbourne and Nita Newman.

Tame, the Dark River... they settled, and sat, and named themselves after it

 

BIRMINGHAM RIVER
a poem by Roy Fisher

Where’s Birmingham river? Sunk.
Which river was it? Two. More or less.

History: we’re on tribal ground. When they
moved in from the Trent, the first English

entered the holdings and the bodies of the people
who called the waters that kept them alive

Tame, the Dark River, these English spread their works
southward then westward, then all ways

for thirty-odd miles, up to the damp tips of the thirty-odd
weak headwaters of the Tame. By all of the Tame

they settled, and sat, named themselves after it:
Tomsaetan. And back down at Tamworth, where the river

almost began to amount to something,
the Mercian kings kept their state. Dark

because there’s hardly a still expanse of it
wide enough to catch the sky, the Dark River

mothered the Black Country and all but
vanished underneath it, seeping out from the low hills

by Dudley, by Upper Gornal, by Sedgley, by
Wolverhamption, by Bloxwich, dropping morosely

without a shelf or a race or a dip,
no more than a few feet every mile, fattened

a little from mean streams that join at,
Tipton, Bilston, Willenhall, Darlaston,

Oldbury, Wednesbury. From Bescot
She oozes a border round Handsworth

where I was born, snakes through the flat
meadows that turned into Perry Barr,

passes through Witton, heading for the city
but never getting there. A couple of miles out

she catches the timeless, suspended
scent of Nechells and Saltley — coal gas,

sewage, smoke – turns and makes off
for Tamworth, caught on the right shoulder

by the wash that’s run under Birmingham,
a slow, petty river with no memory of an ancient

name; a river called Rea, meaning river,
and misspelt at that. Before they merge

they’re both steered straight, in channels
that force them clear of the gasworks. And the Tame

gets marched out of town in the police calm
that hangs under the long legs of the M6.

These living rivers
turgidly watered the fields, gave

drink; drove low powered mills, shoved
the Soho Works into motion, collected waste

and foul waters. Gave way to steam,
collected sewage, factory poisons. Gave way

to clean Welsh water, kept on collectingtyphoid. Sank out of sight

under streets, highways, the black walls of workshops;
collected metals, chemicals, aquicides. Ceased

to draw lines that weren’t cancelled or unwanted; became
drains, with no part in anybody’s plan.

Poem from the Children's Poetry Archive. Copyright Roy Fisher 2005.
You can listen to Roy Fisher reading this poem here.