The Principal, Mr.Heidelberg calls us down to the busses and I couldn 't stop fidgeting. I sit down next to Mrs.P and I await the fun. The bus ride was not long to the park, in fact it was less than five minutes. As I skimmed the park I saw lots of trees, grass, rocks, sand, everything nature can offer in a park. There is also a baseball field, basketball court, a park, and a skate ramp.
My kids go crazy contemplating how to get them to the car, while imaginations run wild with what its face will look like. Carving them is an adventure in its self, but that gets you one step closer to tasty baked pumpkin seeds. There are various different treats around this time, but a personal favorite is none other than s’mores. After running being out and about, a perfect way to end a day is by a fire with family and friends, sharing
The next day we were all riding the bus together to my house because we needed to make a plan for when we go to island park. “Maybe we should split up, to see if he will come after one of us.” Carter stated. “ Are you crazy if we split up we won’t have anyone to help us if he does come after us!”, Daria yelled with fear in her voice. “I don’t think splitting up would be the best option, we should just go and sit on the same park bench and see if anything happens.”, I explained. We were outside when we heard that same laugh again.
I turned up the profanity filled music a little louder to drown out my hate for California traffic. The drive to Malibu beach was always terrible but beautiful scenery of the beach made the drive worth wild. As we made a left turn in the parking lot, the beach came into view. Everyone fighting over parking spots as the beach was already packed at 12 o’clock in the afternoon. As I stepped out the car the sun beamed on high.
The wind was as soft as silk as it glided past picking up the smell of sizzling hot dogs as it filled the park. People walked from ride to ride getting burnt from the powerful sunlight shining on their skin, leaving a temporary mark of their visit. The smell of corn dogs and freshly popped popcorn wafted around the park and demanded their presence to be known. Whilst I stood in line waiting for what seems like forever, the children in front of me were agitated and began to jump off the pavement as they impatiently waited to go on the ride. Strolling forwards, I could see the excited faces as passengers exited the tracks.
The writer experienced a loss of innocence as the garden did too. All the experience of joy he had in the garden went crashing down along with place which transformed into a place of death. The target theme for both poems would be joy and nature, as both poems take place in open areas. The descriptions in the poem talk about innocence and joy. The description of the surroundings is all about nature and the joy that was spread around.
As we chased it, he told me about his adventures while he was stuck in Jumanji. When we walked back to the picnic, we saw some guy eating a sandwich on the blanket. He said, “Hello, I’m Walt Disney. I was just taking a walk away from Disneyland when I saw you setting up your picnic. I know I’m early, but I am hungry.” Then I screamed at the top of my lungs, ran over to the blanket, and all hailed him.
Mesmerizing Lawn: Gazing down the balcony, the magnificent beauty of my lawn left me out of breath. The scenario was no less than a page taken out from a fairytale. The setting sun made the sky filled with mesmerizing colors. Clouds across the sky were as fluffy as cotton candy and seemed to be drenched in the colors of the sky. They spoke of the marvels of nature.
The parents would sit out on the lawn on cane basket chairs and watch them as they tore around the garden or gathered in knots to share a loot of mulberries or black, teeth-splitting jamun from the garden trees. The gardener would fix the hosepipe to the water tap, and water would fall lavishly through the air to the ground, soaking the dry yellow grass and the red gravel and arousing the
I stepped out onto the deck with an optimistic grin, excited to see the bountiful harvest that was sure to have accumulated in the past week. However, the glares of sunlight shining down seemed to be mocking me as I stared in horror at the swarm of pests surrounding my drooping tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce. Leaping across the barren, faded deck in one stride, I quickly grabbed the hose and tried to power-blast the buzzing nuisances off my precious crops, but to no avail. In desperation, I abandoned the hose and tried to protect my wilting plants with my arms, but the pests were relentless in their beset. I had always thought that I was capable of growing my own garden, especially since I had such a love for it.