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“You’re it!” would be words we liked to hear as children as we were enjoying our game of tag. Some call it ‘catchers’ or ‘touchers’. One child was nominated as ‘you’re it’ and got the game going by chasing after the rest of the players who ran away from ‘you’re it’ in order to stay in the game. The moment that you were touched by ‘you’re it’, you would have to sit down or leave the designated play area. This would continue until all the players had been caught, or until ‘you’re it’ gave up and selected one of the players who were out and called out “you’re it!” and the game started all over again, with everyone who was out, being back in the game. Exhausting, healthy fun. So the game continued with shrieks of laughter and it was
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Beneath this tree you will find many ‘gems’. A variety of plants grow in its shadow. Some have been deliberately planted, others have emerged as nature takes its course. In its branches and along its stem, there is an entire reserve of wildlife enjoying their safe home and prospering from its provision.
Time allows me to dwell here sometimes and I have the opportunity to listen. The wind or the gentle breeze through its branches filled with leaves, buzzing insects and the songs of birds all of us enjoying the cool shade it provides. Once again I am reminded that in God’s presence there is complete peace, safety and acceptance. In His presence there is never a need to be “you’re it”, no need to compete, no need to push others around and definitely no need to impress or having to prove myself and having to live up to unreasonable expectations. Such freedom! Such abundant
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It’s actually a very busy place! Amongst other treasures, I spotted three nests, a haven for a future bird family to live and grow in. Quite a variety of worms had made this tree their home. To the left I noticed a web, intricately woven, with the small eight-legged creature anxiously anticipating its next meal. How confounding it is to look at that small, seemingly insignificant creature enabled to produce such a detailed, yet perfectly made web. There are ants, off course, bustling about and being about their business. This tree gives life and shelter to an entire eco-system. How can we just willy-nilly hew down, without giving any thought at all, to its greater purpose? How we humans love to be the king of every castle, taking over whatsoever we wish, in order to make our dreams come true. We do this at the expense of what or who we consider to be
originally came and proceed back up the hill to eat dinner. Following team dinner, the players
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
After several miles of tromping through the thick, slimy mud, I reached the hill with the tree upon it. Panting, I raced towards the hill and begin to climb it. My foot slid on the slick ground, but I persevered. I reached the top of the hill and felt disappointed. Trees were supposed to be surrounded by other plants and teeming with wildlife. Not this tree. The mud I trudged through covered the hill, coating the tree’s roots. There were no other plants. In fact, as I looked around, I noticed tha...
Imagine walking down an ancient path amidst a forest of tangled and twisted trees, some of which have existed since before a time even great grandparents can remember. The air echoes with sounds of life, and the fragrance is that of cedar or juniper… or something not quite either. The living things that dwell here, bridge a gap in time that many are totally unaware of and for the reasons about to be explained, may never become so. The beauty that surrounds this place is unexplainable in the tongue of man, yet its presence can be felt by all who choose to behold it. At least for now…
... wandering through innumerable tamarac and arborvitae swamps, and forests of maple, basswood, ash, elm, balsam, fir, pine, spruce, hemlock, rejoicing in their bound wealth and strength and beauty, climbing the trees,
Prologue “Everyone get into the pool!” Says billionaire Aiden Rayei of Rayei Industries. “Why?” Asks someone. “Just get in!”
Over many valleys and hills, seas and plains, one will eventually find a far off land of blazing sun and untamed wilderness, where the beasts roam free and live in harmony. Among the smallest of these creatures is the Sunbird. He flitters and races from each pollen dusted flower to the next, constantly searching for his next honeyed meal. On this particular day the Sunbird set out from the warm nest his partner had made. Across the savannah he flies, searching in anxious excitement for the perfect parfait of pure pollen. While passing a rather deserted place, he noticed a lovely little flower, sitting among the bushes. Upon further inspection, the Sunbird found a second flower just beyond that and another further on. The trail of increasingly
I decided to take a closer look around the forest. Its trees were in clusters and they were viridescent with perfect rays of sunlight hitting the chocolate-coloured bark at different angles. As I walked by them, the leaves seemed to dance on top of the branches. I went over to a grand redwood cranking my neck back to catch a sight of the top. Although it was at least a couple hundred years old, it stood there proudly against the exquisite clouds and everlasting
The bird’s harmonious tunes fill my ears as I softly walk along the wooded path. With each new song, I hear, a troubled memory from my day is lightly erased from my mind. The cool shade of the leaves calms my raging blood pressure to a level that is tolerable for my state of being. The sight of a squirrel trying to crack open a nut by hitting it on the ground enters into my field of vision, the squirrel has seen me, but shows no fear and continues to work on its nut. Even the nature and wildlife of this sanctuary has a tranquil feeling to it.
I wish I knew every single reason for why you'd left. I couldn't even begin to form the words to ask you all the questions in my head. I asked you why a week after you'd done it; I know it took so long, I just hadn't let it sink in because I tried to avoid the pain. You couldn't even answer the only text I sent you after you left. All my fingers could type was a simple "Why?"
Squinting I can see something skittering across the petals. Taking a timid step back, I focus on the long oak tree. It has black bark and red leaves circling its base. Its barren branches seem to embrace the small home. The home make a sudden pang hit my chest.
is beautiful in it’s own way, and the wildlife that is contained therein help to
As I type this, part of me is fighting, screaming to stop, but the other half won’t let you go. I push you so far back in my mind, as you know and have had the displeasure of experiencing, I’m good at compartmentalizing. Not you Sarah, you surface constantly, be it anger or joy, your still there. If you're reading this then it's going two ways now, you’re either offended by my comments, or you're amused by the fact that you still haunt me. I would imagine that no matter the outcome if I were standing in front of you and asked, amused, would be the emotion portrayed.
I really enjoyed the walk and all the fascinating plants I saw. My first initial impression when approaching the main entrance was that the garden would indeed be beautiful but there’s nothing else interesting about it. All it took was a short walk along the pathway to the green roof for my interest level to hit an all time high. The green roof building itself serves as a useful host to a lot of organisms such as humans, plants and birds. The water flowing around the perimeter of the building is recycled and used for environmental purposes.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).