A State Forest Last autumn, while on a trip, I decided to walk through a State Forest. This huge forest enriches the countryside not far from town and was a place where indians held hunting rights until recently. Little streams, ancient trees, shaded paths, and hidden places are some of the physical attributes which make the State Forest an enchanting place. I wandered leisurely along the shadowy paths, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. With only the songs of birds for company, I felt completely isolated from the crowds and traffic as I walked over the deep carpet of leaves. It had begun to rain a litt le when I first started my journey. However, small patches of sunshine soon began to filter through the giant oaks, promising that the rest of may day would be pleasant. I first reached the part of the forest known as Bellringer's Hollow. Colorful wildflowers were blooming in a patchwork of bright yellow, azure blue, deep rose, and dazzling orange. Bellringer's Hollow was a magical place where, it is said, bells coul d be heard from time to time. Because the summer residence of the monks of Waltham once stood there, the local villagers thought that the spirits of monks rang those bells and watched over the forest. I lingered there for a while, listening to the gentl e sound of a stream as it flowed over the corks nearby. I also listened for the bells, but the bells did not ring for me. Maybe it was because I was an outsider! I began to follow the meandering stream to Bell Common, which was a strip of thick, rough grassland. I was covered with blackberry bushes heavy with large, ripe berries. I stopped there to feast on as many as I could eat. Nearby were the remai... ... middle of paper ... ...ernoon sun. London could be seen far o ff in the distance, reminding me that it would soon be time for me to return to the busy, crowded city. I made my way to a paved road which led from High Beech to State, and then caught a ride with a pickup to Harrisburg. The time had come for me to leave this quiet and peaceful place. Commentary on Essay 2 This essay received an "A." This essay's greatest strength is the writer's use of sophisticated syntax, employing phrases, and in dependent and independent clauses, modifying the main clauses, and creating a rhythmic reading pattern. The writer also displays an understanding of temporal relationships with her use of tenses. For example, in the first paragraph, she uses past tense to indicate actions from the past and present tense to indicate past conditions that still exist.
An impulse of affection and guardianship drew Niel up the poplar-bordered road in the early light [. . .] and on to the marsh. The sky was burning with the soft pink and silver of a cloudless summer dawn. The heavy, bowed grasses splashed him to the knees. All over the marsh, snow-on-the-mountain, globed with dew, made cool sheets of silver, and the swamp milk-weed spread its flat, raspberry-coloured clusters. There was an almost religious purity about the fresh morning air, the tender sky, the grass and flowers with the sheen of early dew upon them. There was in all living things something limpid and joyous-like the wet morning call of the birds, flying up through the unstained atmosphere. Out of the saffron east a thin, yellow, wine-like sunshine began to gild the fragrant meadows and the glistening tops of the grove. Neil wondered why he did not often come over like this, to see the day before men and their activities had spoiled it, while the morning star was still unsullied, like a gift handed down from the heroic ages.
6 Week Training Program For my GSCE Coursework I decided to perform a circuit-training programme for the sport of tennis. This durated for six weeks. I am already an experienced tennis player so this is to be taken into consideration with training procedures and results.
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When I found myself on my Feet, I looked about me, and must confess I never beheld a more entertaining Prospect. The Country round appeared like a continued Garden, and the inclosed Fields, which were generally Forty Foot square, resembled so many Beds of flowers. These Fields were intermingled with Woods of half a Stang, and the tallest Trees, as I could judge, appeared to be seven Foot high. I viewed the Town on my left Hand, which looked like the painted Scene of a City in a Theatre.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves (p. 2).
He admires the world that he live in, the way everything supposes to be. On the way through the canopy filled with dark air, he finds himself among the creepers that dropped along the canopy suddenly shiver as he walks by them, create a pleasant welcome. As Simon finds a beautiful glade that fills with life, which he contemplates the island's sights and sounds as he meditates. Soon after helping the littluns gather fruits, he continued his went on a path that opened in front of him, “Soon high jungle closed in. Tall trunks bore unexpected pale flowers all the way up to the dark canopy where life went on clamorously. The air here was dark too, and the creepers dropped their ropes like the rigging of foundered ships. His feet left prints in the soft soil and the creepers shivered throughout their lengths when he bumped them...the sounds of the bright fantastic birds, the bee-sounds, even the crying of the gulls that were returning to their roosts among the square rocks, were fainter. The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the
It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees, and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.
We followed a footpath that had been trodden out by a herd of slow chewing cows that were, let’s say a lot messy. It wandered along in turns and easy angles, twisting off and up to the top of a small knoll, rambled down again between fringes of bee-hung clover that gleamed in the morning dew, then it cut sidewise across a meadow. Here its edges blurred. It widened and seemed to pause, suggesting a scenic summit and then it went on again and came at last to the wood. But after reaching the shadow of the first pine, it veered sharply in a wide arc as if, for the first time, it knew where it was headed, and past around a creek which had been dammed up to form a swimming
The soft shambling of the tree branches seemed to whisper to him, though the wind were using them to talk. He turned his back to the manor with it's shining fields of flowing grass, and faced the slightly darker forest. He began heading in the direction of the town he had seen. The woodland's pillars shown dark red in the sunlight, an almost blood like maroon. The trees resembled birch trees in bark and texture, but the branches extended so thickly that Shin had at first had mistaken it for a grove of oaks. He shuffled his feet through the thin layer of leaves covering the ground. He remembered walking through the park on his home from school as a first year, how he had then shuffled his feet through the leaves, perhaps to feel peace.
As a three-interrelated concept associated with the grammatical ‘verb’ form, ‘tense’, ‘aspect’, and ‘mood’ play important roles in narrative fiction in general, and in POV/focalization and speech and thought representation, in particular. If we take narrative as ‘the successive events that happen in time’, then what makes the events ‘happen in time’ is what but ‘tense’. In the English and Persian languages, tense can be divided into the three categories, given the present moment as deictic center: present, past, and future; the present time means co-temporality of the time of the situation and the present moment; the past time means the location of the situation prior to the present moment; and the future time means the location of the situation
Nature is a very beautiful thing in this world. Even at times when it seems as if nothing is beautiful. Whenever I go to the Mines of Spain Nature Preserve, in Dubuque, I think of my friend Karl. Walking on the trails reminds me of all the bugs that used to bother us as we journeyed to our special cliff. He used to jump up and down, waving his hands in the air as if his actions were going to make the bugs disappear. Of course the bugs were still there, and I had my laughs for the day! We would walk together on the trail slowly, and watch all the wilderness around us. There are so many trees and bushes, and during the fall there are the greatest colors of leaves imaginable. Occasionally we would see and hear an animal or two climbing the trees of crossing our path ahead. There are a few streams along this path. The water runs slowly and smoothly, even when in runs over the stones that are in the stream. Karl used to jump in and get both of us wet. It didn't matter how mad I got, because after I would l...
In childcare, the children are our number one priority in order to help develop and nurture them in as many ways as possible. Another priority that needs attention is the child's families and parents. This papers purpose is to explain ways in which I recognize parents and families and my plans for including them within the child care center or classroom. This paper is spilt up into four sections which include theory that informs my practice, plans to share my information, plans to promote two-way communication, intentional plans to support parents and families, and my reflection. Each of these sections will include ways in order to promote developmentally appropriate practice within my teaching and give examples as well.
As I began to walk this trail, I began to recollect the days of when I was a kid playing in the woods, the birds chirping and the squirrels running free. The trees interlocking each other as if I am walking through a tunnel with the smell of fresh pine and a hint of oak all around me; a hint of sunshine every now and then is gleaming down on the beat path. This path is not like your ordinary path, it has been used quite some time, as if hundreds of soldiers have marched this very path.
The purpose of early childhood education is to firstly learn about one’s self and agency, how one’s actions can affect and impact others; to develop a sense of identity; who you are and how you fit into this world. Experience a sense of belonging through interactions with peers and teachers whilst celebrating and sharing diverse cultures whilst embracing others. Children need to have opportunities to explore, experiment, to gain insight and knowledge in numeracy, literacy, science and social structure through innovative and richly supported curriculums (DEEWR, 2009). I have very high expectations of all children as I believe that this assists in building self-confidence and
Traveling south across the forests below, and hopefully for the last time, cause me to instantly relive my first trip north across the rain forests of Kalimantan. I can still remember the thrill the first time I soared across this island called Borneo. The forests and mountains were breathtaking and within a few hours I would enter a world that is as miraculous and as it is mysterious. The unimaginable species of flora and fauna, the wonders and dangers of the jungle, and the secrets of a primitive people being lost as they evolve into a modern society are just a few of the countless thoughts that filled my mind. But now my mind darts between regret and relief as hectare after hectare of forest disappear from my view. The last seven months are as an eternity; a life lived and forgotten and now replaced with a new one. Only a few more hours and I will be returning to the world I know. What I once thought as excessive and pretentious is now a world of opportunity and fortune. How fickle and near-sighted, or maybe just naïve and spoiled I was, and probably still am. However, amidst all this uncertainty of past, present, and future, I feel at peace, or maybe just relieved."