As I drive to Edgewood the first thing that catches my eye is how the fields are just filled with corn and that's all you see for miles. The drive their helps you just clear your head and the country music is playing and you just look around and see how peaceful it is. When you get to the town it's very small a population of about 800. Not many people live there compared to Dubuque. It is the type of place where everyone knows everyone. When you first pull in to Edgewood you notice how old and antique everything looks and the if you have never been there before you will notice how the town just smells like farm. We keep driving through the town and you just keep seeing lots of corn. Then you go a couple miles down the road and you have finally …show more content…
It's painted an old creamy white and the porch has tons of decorations on it anything from old chairs to old pictures. When you go inside the house all there is to smell is gingersnaps and Christmas. The walls have that old ugly flower wallpaper all over in the hallways and then in each of the rooms the shades of pink vary from light to dark depending on what decorations are in the rooms. As you move through the farm the smell of gingersnaps changes to this gross, disgusting smell of cows, but when you look around and see what your surrounded by it just eliminates the way it smells. Looking around you see this fascinating pond that has a paddle boat, and a big dock to sit on and you just relax and just let all your thoughts go. To keep exploring the farm I go and find the yellow side by side to ride on the acres of land. The only thing that is around is the woods and animals. You will occasionally hear an animal run or you might even can't it by the glimpse of your eye. I keep riding through this land and get on this dirt trail that leads me to this camping area, but only for one camper. It was quite odd to see at first but then it made sense. Then I heard a whistle which meant I needed to go to the deer shed and eat
It was a village on a hill, all joyous and fun where there was a meadow full of blossomed flowers. The folks there walked with humble smiles and greeted everyone they passed. The smell of baked bread and ginger took over the market. At the playing grounds the children ran around, flipped and did tricks. Mama would sing and Alice would hum. Papa went to work but was always home just in time to grab John for dinner. But Alice’s friend by the port soon fell ill, almost like weeds of a garden that takes over, all around her went unwell. Grave yards soon became over populated and overwhelmed with corpse.
The Pulitzer Prize winning writer N. Scott Momaday has become known as a very distinctive writer who depicts the stories of the Native American life in almost poetic ways. He does an excellent job of transporting the reader from the black and white pages of a book, to a world where every detail is pointed out and every emotion felt when reading one of Momaday’s books or other writings. This style of writing that Momaday uses is very evident in his work “The Way to Rainy Mountain,” and made even more apparent by reading a review of the book House Made of Dawn found on a web site run by HarperCollins Publishers.
As previously pointed out the piece is full of many vibrant colors, like the floors a dull, muted yet dark brown that is accented with the pale almost teal colored shade of green, primarily in the far end on the floor. The glass on the window in the back has both light greens and yellow shades next to each other, yellow on the right side and the light green colors, covering more of the glass on most of the windowpanes, on the left side. The walls are a light blue with the occasional bundle of white lines or streaks of white. Both of the doors that are partially visible are similar shades of blue, one of them has blotches of a brownish grey color. The other door has a different colored doorframe, a green stripe on the left side, which is immediately followed by a white stripe.
As I was squatting there in my little ditch while the snow rose about another inch I barely heard the sound of my grandma’s voice yelling my name. The cat had heard it too and scurried away; even though the cat was running away I was still not able to move because my legs would not work and I heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming from behind me looking for me but, I was still so scared that I realized that I came close to a wild animal that could really hurt me even though I thought that no animal could come into my grandparent’s property with the six foot high fence that surrounded the ten
“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head “I still can’t believe that everything worked out in our favor.”
On a typical hot day, the twenty-eight of August was the first day of the fall 2016 semester. I was excited to attend my English Composition I and meet my instructor. I was able to write an essay without any struggle as I learned before in the English language Institute of Akron university. However, writing an academic essay needs a lot of practice, knowledge and that what I needed in order to improve my writing skills. As an ELI student I was able to write a formal essay with fundamental requirements but without sense of creativity. I started to learn new ways of writing essays, used my imagination and developed creative new methods to attract the reader 's attention. There are many aspects to write college level essays that I was not aware
I was nearly finished with my cigarette when behind me I heard the sound of something moving through the grass. I quickly but quietly extinguished my cigarette in the palm of my gloved hand and turned around. My eyes scanned to see exactly where the sounds had come from, and I only hoped that the smell of my cigarette hadn't spooked whatever was walking behind me. After about ten seconds I saw the ears of a deer sticking up above the tall grass about thirty yards from me. I slowly reached to my right to remove my bow from a hook in the tree. The deer was now moving towards me through the long grass, and behind it was another deer. I knew that the rut (the peak mating season) was well under way and this second deer may be a buck. After what seemed like an eternity the second deer came into view. It was a buck, as I had thought, but it was bigger than any deer I had ever seen.
It was a lonely day. I was looking outside the window and looking at the rage of the Battle of Gettysburg. Hi, I am Simi and I am 14 years old. I am from Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and our family is supporting the Union and going against the Confederacy. I have a mom named Amy, a dad named Daniel, and a younger brother named Jack who is 10. My dad, Daniel, is fighting in the Battle of Gettysburg and I am worried sick. So officially my family only has 3 people at home now. I hope my dad would be okay and I hope I work the Union will win.
"WE ARE GOING TO BAYSIDE!" Shouted Karen from the top of her lungs to me while I was driving. Karen and I did not know where to go one day, so on a sunny and beautiful day we decided to go to a gorgeous place called Bayside. Bayside is a special place to people who reside in Miami and even tourist because of the numerous things to do there. As soon as someone walks to the open-door marketplace there is always an employee who comes up to a person talking about deals, advertisement, etc. Bayside represents Miami for many reasons such as the wonderful views it has to offer, also by the astonishing meals and the modern Hispanic music/culture that makes all types of people from different nationalities dance.
Growing up my grandparents had a second house in Onalaska, Texas, a small town about two hours out of Houston. We would drive up every weekend to get away from the crowded city life. The town was very quiet with only one road going through it and one stop light to slow you down. The single road was lined by restaurants and shops ran by the good people that lived in the town. Population was low and everyone seemed to know your name.
I was wondering, why? Why was I alive? I was the one to be alive, when so many died. Everyone, old, young, rich, poor, gentlemen and sailors. So much death makes fear and fear makes supposition.
Camping near Lake Michigan is one of the best experiences in my life. The lake has sparkling blue water and gorgeous sandy beaches. Every summer I go camping with my family. The campground is right on Lake Michigan. There are bikes, kayaks, volleyball nets, and huge fire pits. There is always an adventure around the corner.
The girl shivers as her feet stay enclosed by her shoes and in the warm car, but she still can't help feeling the raw leaves underneath her in a different reality. She gapes as the sky changes before her very eyes. Taking her eyes away just long enough to notice the thin layer of fog resting slightly above the wheat fields, she is filled with a completely separate sense of awe. Looking back at the sky, she seemed to be looking away for only a minute, but the sun burnt her eyes as she searched again for it's beauty. The 15 minute sunrise was complete as the full sun could no longer be given open attention. The daughter is conflicted with what to focus on for the rest of the 3 hour trip. She finds, however, that by closing her eyes, she can see the daybreak
After adopting my mom my grandparents realized more space was needed. My grandpa built a second story onto the house with the help of my uncles. Deep brown and red bricks cover the bottom half exterior of the house, while caramel colored wood covers the top half. A rustic brick walkway corresponds with the exterior walls. The walkway leads to a chestnut colored door. Through the door is the entryway with mahogany colored wood floors.
A mixture of endearingly vibrant colours, makes this modern, multi functional living room come to life in an instant. The colours of choice used impose a delightful air of trendy sophistication. Cotton white walls and dark wood floors acts as a blank canvas allowing colour to be introduced by its furnishings and accessories.