In an earlier post : All Senior School Hike Day, I said that I wrote a little descriptive paragraph about a walk. Well I got the notebook back from Mr. Plonka so yea.
A dark path covered by the outstretched branches of the tall pine trees. A gentle still breeze flitters through the trees coaxing them into a sway. The air no longer smells of cow dung, reminders of the touch of mankind, as the breeze brings the smell of the earch, fresh and crisp, in the passing of morning. The crunch of the gravel and dirt give way to a small, narrow, zig-zagging stone staircase that ascends up the slope of the mountains, beckoning. The quiet chirping of the birds is interupted by the rustling of the dead grass as travelers quickly pass by. The breeze passes all drawing gazes to the bold mountains and the majestic snow peaks beyond.
Sorry, it's not much. It's just a bunch of thoughts put together from the walk up.
A dark path covered by the outstretched branches of the tall pine trees. A gentle still breeze flitters through the trees coaxing them into a sway. The air no longer smells of cow dung, reminders of the touch of mankind, as the breeze brings the smell of the earch, fresh and crisp, in the passing of morning. The crunch of the gravel and dirt give way to a small, narrow, zig-zagging stone staircase that ascends up the slope of the mountains, beckoning. The quiet chirping of the birds is interupted by the rustling of the dead grass as travelers quickly pass by. The breeze passes all drawing gazes to the bold mountains and the majestic snow peaks beyond.
Sorry, it's not much. It's just a bunch of thoughts put together from the walk up.
Love it. **sigh** i miss your writing....
ReplyDeletethanks wolfy... I'm working on writing more stuff that I can put up. :) ok?
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