Descriptive Essay Guitar

The Guitar

The cherry oak guitar lies in the corner of my room, covered in dust and untouched for years. The ebony case shimmers when the sunlight creeps through my pastel pink shades, the daylight dances around my room like a ballerina. (Simile) The whistle of the wind through my curtains flows through the rosette as well. Particles of earth fall gently to the floor. Although this seems like nothing special to you, this guitar changed my life more than you know.

Overjoyed, I plopped down in my seat, ready to voyage to my aunt’s for family Christmas. (Particle Phrase) On the trek to my aunt’s house, I watched the snow crystals descend from the ashen clouds out my frosted car window. As we pull up to her quaint yellow abode I can hear the laughter from outside the home. Right, when I step in the door the smell of roasted turkey and luscious apple pie filled my nose. Ding, the oven beeped signifying that the stuffing was complete. (Onomatopoeia) I could already taste the piquant Christmas meal. Sounds of soft Christmas music and presents being ripped open echoed throughout the home. When it was my turn to open my gift I was elated. I tore the glistening green and crimson wrapping paper off in a scramble, pieces of ripped glossy decorative wrap glistened as it tumbled to the floor. There sat a cherry oak guitar. I ran over to my uncle to thank him and he gave me a sloppy wet kiss on the forehead. That night he and I sat around the blazing fire strumming the tune to the