ADMIRING THE FLOWERS Mr and Mrs. Chopra lived in the bungalow, four houses left from us. Their pink bougainvillea hedge was always meticulously cut and the lawn was always free from dog turd. Mr Chopra was a stock broker, a rich one if the neighborhood aunties were to be believed. Mrs. Chopra was a daughter of an affluent business man and had never forgotten that. I had always thought of Mr. Chopra as an underdog. Maybe it was his hunched shoulders, or his continuously shifting eyes which never really met yours, but whatever it was , the first impression was of a nervous temperament. Most of this story revolves around a park. A park, you say? Yes, a park. There was nothing extra-ordinary about that park. In fact, the likes of it can still be seen all around the city. The up keeping was financed by the local politician (who happened to live right next to it) and no dogs were allowed. Aunties could be seen jogging in the morning, with their flabby arms and thunder thighs , and the youth of the neighborhood, the rich and the servant's children, all played blissfully together. That summer things had been particularly tensed at home. I was a single child and slightly eccentric,if I may say so, and the park had been my refuge. It was directly in front of the Chopra's, and Ashish( the Chopra's son) and I had spent many hours in it. Back then, Ashish did not chase any short skirt that came his way and I was not a loner but one of the cool ones. Anyways,(cause this story is getting slightly out of track), it all started with Rita's arrival. And who is this Rita? Allow me to explain. Rita was a distant cousin, as most Indian relatives are, but my mother apparently owed something to her mother so we were obliged to be respectful and... ... middle of paper ... ...ent to the park and sure enough, Rita was there. Just as I had crossed the street I saw Mr. Chopra emerging out of his house. He was wearing a three-piece suit in the humidity, with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. My curiosity was piqued. He looked my way and I instinctively ducked behind a neighbor's car. Thankfully, he didn't notice me and there was no one in sight. As if emboldened, he started walking towards the park. I followed at a safe distance. Mr. Chopra stopped suddenly and with a snort of disgust, threw down the bouquet, turned around and went back home. As soon as he was gone I ran to the park entrance. The sight stopped me. Rita was in the arms of a well-built man, laughing and smiling as if there was no tomorrow. The man then released her and cupped her face with his hands. He turned suddenly, and recognition struck crystal clear. It was Ashish.
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
The Seven Falls State Park, is a park located in Higganum, Connecticut. It is right along the border of Middletown and Haddam. This side of the town is home to many tree-infested areas and countless streams connecting it to the Connecticut River. The entrance to the park is off of Saybrook Road. The parking lot takes up about a quarter of the land, which makes me think of this as more of a commuter lot than anything. The parking lot is made from black gravel and is gated by recycled telephone poles. As you park your car, you immediately can tell it is Winter. The air is crisp, showing my breath as I cough from seasonal allergies. I immediately throw my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, bow my head, and hop over the fence to the field. As I stop and scan the land i realize how dead it is.
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Heinrich Heine a German poet also shares the title as a romantic poet invoking emotions throughout his stanzas. The Silesian Weavers, in each three translations describes the turmoil that the Germans endured. Heine focused on the entire aspect of Germany in his poem including the sorrow of those who wept, the faith of those who had been shattered, and the cities gloom that surrounded the country. The country had found itself embedded in despair and so many unfortunate events that it felt as if the plants could not bloom properly and nature just shut down completely. As I stated in the discussion board I found all three translations to be very well written translations, but overall preferred the one translated by Sasha Foreman.
The first 4 lines it is indeed set the in park and Harwood has cleverly chosen the park as the setting of the poem as many people see the park as a mundane, boring place. Our assumptions of the park as a scene is normally ...
That’s why it holds the title of most filmed public park in the world. Awesome!
This park is an ideal setting, because the story is based on football, which is mostly played in a park like setting. Not only this, but the genre of the novel is realistic fiction, and parks are not only found in books, but in reality as well. Coppo Park is described as a large area with many people walking around and playing. I would consider visiting this place, because it is similar to parks in my town, which I always enjoy visiting. In addition to this, I would consider visiting Coppo Park, because it seems as though it is a serene setting, which is different than the usual hustle of one’s daily life. Also making Coppo Park an ideal setting. The author describes, “Coppo Park was one of their favorite places in town... A bench was positioned perfectly in the morning sun, so that even in the middle of winter you could sit without a coat on and remember what summer felt like” (Lupica 29). Coppo Park is an ideal setting, because it is realistic. Something is considered “ideal” when it satisfies what one thinks is perfect. A park is found in almost every town, but Coppo Park according to Nate and Abby is different than the rest. With its perfectly positioned bench and serene setting, Coppo Park is definitely an ideal
the city was a small park. The park played host to an arboretum of oak
There is no better feeling in this world than to be outdoors with nature, especially when there are numerous activities to dabble in. Often times people take for granted the sentimental value that they can experience by simply walking through a park. God created the Earth to be beautiful and peaceful, and people need to keep it that way. I have always shared a love of the outdoors with my dad and my brother. We have gone on numerous camping, hiking, fishing, and star-gazing trips ever since I can remember. It was no surprise to me when my dad decided to buy a lake house on Hyco Lake, right outside of Roxboro. We got a really good deal on the house, so my dad decided that Hyco Lake was the perfect spot.
On September 9th, 2017 at approximately 7 p.m., I went to Gracedale Public Park to carefully conduct my observation on the individuals, who were at the park and their specific activities in the one hour of time. When I got there, the weather was beautiful with soft winds, a clear sky and with some dim sunlight. The park was full of people of all ages. Though, there were more kids than adults and some teenagers. There were many bicycles and strollers parked beside the tree I sat under. After a couple of minutes, the park filled up with more and more individuals and everyone seemed busy doing their own actions.
...ing care of Shankar and feels good doing so. He is constantly sacrificing his money and time by helping others This empathy helps him change his life journey by helping him meet new people. Even though helping people delays his own success he does ultimately achieve his dreams.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Well that’s simple. It was designed way back in the 1800, for the public. The land, over 750 acres, was given from the New York State Legislator, in 1853, to create the first major landscaped park, in central Manhattan. The state held a competition of what design the park was going to have. Frederick Olmsted and Calvert Vaux won the competition in 1858. The park held up well at first. People respected the land. During the early 1900’s, the park took a great downfall. Instead of it begin known for its beauty, it was known for the illegal activity that was going on. Eventually the state got together and realized they were failing on their duties. Robert Moses, the park commissioner from 1934-1960, got approved from federal funding’s, to restore most structures. Again, after he left office, the depression was also in place, the park went back down a dark path. The people lost care in the park. In 1974, park funders got management together to raise more money to restore the park once again. Latter down the road Doug Blonsley started working with a woman, named Betsey, in 1993- 2008. The park hasn’t seen any better days, than the days of today. All it took is a little care and the park is looking better than it ever have in the last 150
Just as important as the tiny details of the park that were overlooked, if not more important, was the technical failures associated with human stupidity. When the park was designed, the humans controlling this aspect of the Park obviously didn't consider that there could be problems in the system.
Growing up in a massive neighborhood magnificent. My neighborhood flooded with kids around my age to hang out with. Occupying the edge of this neighborhood was a large park where the neighborhood’s kids and I would spend most of our time eliminating their boredom. When this park would not satisfy our needs, there were