A plopping sound echoes as a bass breaks the peaceful and statue still water, forming a ripple in a perfect circle. A few white pelicans are attracted by the disturbance and levitate above in search of their prey. As I lay beneath the willowing Cypress I notice the tangled undergrowth and vines make the lake appear darker. A dragonfly lands on my finger; I lift my head in wonder to see it’s metallic blue flutter. I am sad and know my parents are worried where I have gone. The feeling of warmth and comfort transcends upon me with fond memories of family gatherings around this great lake in Louisiana. Memories that will change from this day forward. Today, as I gaze out unto the Lake, I see this body of water as something totally different; I see my grandfather’s love. I will miss our stars and stripes swimsuits, the flag adorned dock, the red, white and blue party barge and the twinkle lights in the trees. I will miss the smell of barbeque and beer, watermelon and apple pie. I will miss the loud music and dancing, along with tubing and water skiing. I will miss the huge sunset, the chirping cricket and the festive fireworks. This tradition allowed my family from all over Louisiana to know each other and appreciate our Louisiana heritage. Having these incredible memories make Lake D'arbonne my favorite place on earth. …show more content…
It has become really hard for me to get over the fact that I will not see him on this earth again. I feel distant with the only thing left to bring us close is being at this lake. Through two puffy clouds, heaven’s light reflects off the murky water and I feel his presence. He loved the sunrise and the sunset and everything the sun did to the lake. He use to say, “Why go to Florida, when the same sun shines prettiest on this water than anywhere else?” He was right, and every aunt, uncle, cousin agreed with
In the essay “Once More to the Lake,” E.B. White, uses diction and syntax to reveal the main character’s attitude towards the lake in Maine. He has an uncertain attitude towards the lake throughout the essay because he is unsure of who he is between him and his son. On the ride there White, pondering, remembering old memories, keeps wondering if the lake is going to be the same warm place as it was when he was a kid. The lake is not just an ordinary lake to White, it’s a holy spot, a spot where he grew up every summer. “I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot-the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps” (29). White’s diction and syntax
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Things that you need to know about the city of New Orleans. This is the biggest city in the state of Louisiana. It is also known for jazz music. It has a basketball team called the New Orleans Hornet and a football team called New Orleans Saints. New Orleans has lots of things to see and to do. Like Mardi Gras it is a parade that’s held in New Orleans. I will be talking about New Orleans early settlement, traditions, culture, weather, lifestyle, closing, and works cited.
"The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in the abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water." Chapter XXXIX
Since 1541, Louisiana has been ruled under ten different flags, starting with Hernando de Soto’s flag, a man who claimed the region for Spain (“About Louisiana”). For six weeks after the Civil War had first started, Louisiana had become an independent commonwealth before finally joining the Confederacy. The Louisiana Purchase was negotiated by President Thomas Jefferson, in 1803, in order to get a part of Louisiana in American hands, which was considered essential (“About Louisiana”). Louisiana was a center for trading and finances during most of its early history and it was one of the most prosperous regions in America due to the act that its land was very abundant. On April 30, 1812, after being admitted into the union, Louisiana became the eighteenth state of the United States (“About Louisiana”). Later on, after sulphur and oil were unearthed in 1869 and 1901, Louisiana became a part of the major industry of America that produces oil and natural gas which is what Louisiana is still a part of to this day. Many people assume that the capital of Louisiana is New Orleans because it is the most populated and one of the most popular cities, but the capital is actually Baton Rouge. Louisiana also has a motto that states “Union, Justice, Confidence.” (“About Louisiana”).
The Louisiana Purchase occurred in 1803. It was a land deal between the U.S. and France where the U.S. obtained over 800,000 square miles of land for $15 million. What was known as the Louisiana Territory extended from the Mississippi River in the east to the Rocky Mountains in the west.
Exploration of territory obtained by the United States Government with the Louisiana Purchase in the early 1800’s was of vital importance for settlement into the newly acquired land. The Louisiana Purchase includes eight hundred and twenty-five thousand square miles (Ambrose, 13). This purchase doubles the size of the United States stretching from west of the Mississippi (“Sacagawea - Native American History - HISTORY.com). Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, who were considered to be two of the finest explorers of the time, were commissioned to explore this region (“Sacagawea - Native American History - HISTORY.com). Little was known about this land, and neither Lewis nor Clark spoke French or any Indian languages (Lewis and Clark. Inside the Corps. The Corps. Sacagawea | PBS). The explorers hired a Frenchman and his young Native American wife, named Sacagawea, to translate for them on their journey. Sacagawea helped the men by being their guide, translator and sometimes provider (“Sacagawea - Native American History - HISTORY.com). Her presence and skills are an important reason as to why Lewis and Clark were able to change America by opening up this territory for expansion of the young country. This paper will present
With the Louisiana Purchase in 1803, the United States obtained roughly 828,000,000 square miles of region from Germany, in this manner multiplying the span of the youthful republic. What was known as Louisiana Territory extended from the Mississippi River in the east to the Rocky Mountains in the west and from the Gulf of Mexico in the south to the Canadian fringe in the north. Part or all of 15 states were in the long run made from the area bargain, which is viewed as a standout amongst the most imperative accomplishments of Thomas Jefferson's administration.
The overarching theme in the section regarding the Louisiana Purchase is Environment and Geography. In this section , the Jefferson Administration was astonished by the unexpected and abrupt acceptance of the American offer on the part of Napoleon to sell the vast Louisiana territory. Jefferson accepted the deal without much hesitation fearing that while waiting for some type of treaty to be authorized by the government, Napoleon might have a change of heart. The United States paid a sum of $15 million dollars to the French, as wella s granting special concessions in the commercial sector. Jefferson was unsure of at first if the act of the president accepting the deal was constitutional, yet the congress would effectively
This morning I wake early from the light that creeps underneath my blinds and my bed next to the window. I wake floating on the streams of light, heated, like white wax spilled across the floor, dripping, soft. In bare feet I walk down the stairs, cold on the wood, and find my father in the kitchen, also awake early. Together, we leave the house, the house that my parents built with windows like walls, windows that show the water on either side of the island. We close the door quietly so as not to wake the sleepers. We walk down the pine-needle path, through the arch of trees, the steep wooden steps to the dock nestled in the sea-weed covered rocks. We sit silently on the bench, watch as the fog evaporates from the clear water. The trees and water are a painting in muted colors, silver and grays and greenish blue, hazy white above the trees.
Sitting in the back seat between two towering piles of clothes and snacks we drive up the abandoned streets of Adell. I see vast open fields of corn and dense wooded forest filled with life, along with the occasional, towering grain house. We pull into a dry, dusty, driveway of rock and thriving, overgrown weeds. We come up to an aged log cabin with a massive crab apple tree with its sharp thorns like claws. The ancient weeping willow provides, with is huge sagging arms, shade from the intense rays of the sun. Near the back of the house there is a rotten, wobbly dock slowly rotting in the dark blue, cool water. Near that we store our old rusted canoes, to which the desperate frogs hop for shelter. When I venture out to the water I feel the thick gooey mud squish through my toes and the fish mindlessly try to escape but instead swim into my legs. On the lively river banks I see great blue herring and there attempt to catch a fish for their dinner. They gracefully fly with their beautiful wings arching in the sun to silvery points.
We took off down a path covered softly with moss and tiny pink flowers. Off to the side of the path were endless green trees and pants all nestled together to make one beautiful piece of art. After a while, we reached a sparkling, clear brook. It was about twelve feet deep and nearly three feet deep. The path wound right along side the water. Down the brook a ways, we came to a deep water hole where the fish danced in the swirling current. I noticed the brook was beginning to flow a little faster now, and I could hear the steady, rushing noise of the water falling over the cliffs that lied ahead. We walked to the cliff's edge to look over at the crystal clear lagoon that lay below us. The falls dropped about thirty feet down before it met the pool of water below. To the sides of the waterfall were moss-covered rocks, ferns and other green plants, growing from the crevices of the cliffs.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.
A smile crept across my face as I turned around and watched the land get smaller and further away. The vast ocean lay before us with promises of a whole week with gorgeous views, interesting people, terrific food and freedom. This...is heaven.