I as a West Virginia citizen, have adopted these family values and could never leave the people and state I love the most. The number two reason I love West Virginia is the fun recreational activities it has to offer. In the spring I can go watch a baseball game, or take a relaxing walk through the beautifully flowered gardens. In the summer I may enjoy a soothing swim, or white water raft down the New River. Also in the fall I can walk through Grandview State Park and see the various colors of the leaves.
The lake is a place to reflect on times spent growing up and now a place to make new memories with my family and friends. A place to find refuge from normal day-to-day life and take in the beauty of such a splendid area that God created. 1. The smells surround me in an irresistible craving for the lake. A.
Throughout this reflection, White efficiently uses imagery, repetition, and tone to enhance his essay. First, White uses imagery throughout his essay to create an effective visual of his experiences at the lake. To start his essay, White reflects on his childhood memories of the lake when he and his family visited every summer: “I remembered clearest of all the early morning, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and the wet woods whose scent entered the screen.” This passage enhances
He speaks about Ultima with admiration saying, “Her eyes swept the surrounding hills and through them I saw for the first time the wild beauty of our hills and the magic of the green river (Anaya 12).” I felt a similar shift in perspective because of my grandmother. Every year since I was a toddler, my grandparents, my mom, and I have taken an annual trip to King’s River
Have you ever been to a place that made you feel free? As free as a bird soaring through the sky? The Old Pond was that place for me, and though I haven’t seen its sandy edges in what seems like an eternity, I still remember it like it was yesterday. As I think about the place that once brought me such joy, I am suddenly there again. The scent of the giant pine trees, the feeling of the pond’s minnows tickling my feet, the sunshine cascading down from the opening of the trees.
With the help of my cousin on the beach I was able to be up riding a wakeboard within minutes. I remember people watching me on the beach and cheering for me when I finally got up on the wakeboard. After that day I was no longer intimidated by the Columbia River. I think I spent enough time in the water that day that I was finally comfortable with being in the river. Ever since that day, wakeboarding is one of my favorite ways to utilize my free time.
Hardy discusses the purity and serenity and permanence of the waterfall: "The purl of a runlet that never ceases / In stir of kingdoms, in war, in peaces; /…"(13-14). This shows the power of nature and its lasting presence. He then goes on to describe the picnic, "My lover and I / Walked under a sky / of blue with a leaf-wove awning of green" (27-29). Once again this shows the beauty and romantic power that nature has. He proceeds to describe an event that took place.
The air was filled with birdsong. I broke through the trees fifty yards from the foot of the cliff. As I knelt on the stone beach, gazing up at the cliff, the clouds as its upper edge moved as though it was a living being, breathing.” Saul goes back to God’s Lake to understand his roots and happy memories once again. He finds peace within himself and nature. Wagamese conveys Saul’s feelings of nostalgia and peace of being close to his peoples’ land by describing each breathtaking experience he had while taking in his surroundings.
(Kilstom) “A lake is the landscapes most beautiful and expressive feature. It is the earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows” (Thoreau 233). I believe that Thoreau wrote these words because he was living by the Walden Pond. He wrote about wrote about Walden Pond while floating and fishing on it.
The high noon sun peeked through the evergreen tops and the forest came to life once more. The chill that was running through my veins warmed as I watched the light dance across the water in an effervescent parade. The leaves sound like a choir as they sway, and river dances with delight as it passes every rock. “Listen to my secret,” it sang its song to me. Memories flooded my body, those unpleasant ones I thought I had buried too far to surface, the reasons I had run in the first place.