It was sunrise, I was apprehensively sitting in the stunning Skyland. There I was along with my husband; head of the Indian tribe, a breath-taking tree, and a new beginning inside of me. When you looked out in the distance below Skyland, it was calm, only water and its birds and animals for miles on end. No one knew how far the water went and if there were other humans out there. The tree upon the Skyland was magical, exotic fruits and aromatic flowers came out and into the land. I had a dream which I could not keep to myself, a dream where this marvelous tree became uprooted. I soon told my husband who was just as dazed as I was. Once he heard, he said “I am sad that you had this dream. It is clearly a dream of great power and, as is our way, when one has such a powerful dream we must do all that we can to make it true. The Great Tree must be uprooted.” My husband did not waste any time. He had already called the young men together before I could say anything. I sat and watched them struggle to pull the ever so deep tree’s roots up. I felt horrific, it was because of my dream the tree had to be uprooted. The tree’s roots were too impenetrable and anfractuous in the ground to be dug up. Everyone pulled with all their might, but the tree would not dislodge. My husband then went to the tree, grasping on tightly with both arms, he …show more content…
As I was tumbling below my home, I saw the animals getting nearer. They herd me screaming and all looked up just as frightened as me. Out of nowhere two swans swooped in and saved me from falling with their wide feathered wings acting as a landing pad. The animals started scattering around and creating sound. It looked as if they were communicating with one another. I was petrified because I have never been this near to anything or anyone below the Skyland. I tried to stay positive thinking to myself, maybe they are trying to help
The tone of this excerpt is overly yielding. The narrator has a superficial lifestyle where she is happy with the home she lives in and all of the amenities she has while her parents live a content lifestyle, where they have done right by their daughter and allowed her to grow up to where she is today. The narrator cannot bare to see her parents in the state that they are in and feels that although her parents are happy living on the streets that they shouldn’t because they don’t live in an actual home. This tree symbolizes the narrator’s life. As a child, she had gone in every direction that her parents had taken her.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is a coming-of-age novel by Betty Smith that tells the story of Francie Nolan, a young girl growing up in poverty in Brooklyn during the early 1920s. Throughout the book, Francie and her family experience adversity and prejudice. Through these experiences, the book explores the themes of classism and poverty through the characters of Ms. Gardner, Johnny Nolan, and Katie Nolan. Ms. Gardner, Francies English teacher, demonstrates the discrimination and classism that many impoverished people of the time faced. Her beliefs came to light when she was reading one of Francies assigned compositions.
Tenement districts in Brooklyn throughout the early 1900s provided challenges that entire families were forced to handle. A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, by Betty Smith, depicts the Nolan family facing difficulties that even children had to overcome while they lived in one of these districts. Francie Nolan, the main character of the novel, is faced with the greatest difficulty of them all: growing up. Poverty was one aspect of Francie’s life that caused her to lack certain fundamental features of a regular child’s life. This is shown through Francie consistently being without food due to poverty, and having to discover for herself in a very difficult way that hunger was a painfully real issue.
You are Walter, at the end of act 2 scene 3. Willy, man, I still don’t know what to think. Willy… don’t let it be true, please… I just wanted to help my family, man. I trusted you with that money, my life. I just wanted my family to be happy, live in a big house like what those white people got, with a garden, and my son can go to any college he wants to, and even though I hate to say it, Bennie can’t be a doctor no more… all because of Willy.
Trees are first introduced when Melinda draws it to be her art project for the year. This task is met with some frustration from Melinda over the year. “Hopeless. I crumple it into a ball and take out another sheet. How hard can it be to put a tree on a piece of paper?”
On my father’s first day in America, he was shoved into a compact 1-person apartment along with two other refugees and was merely granted $19 a week to accommodate for basic expenses, including food and transportation. Despite such desperate circumstances, he maintained an optimistic outlook, and while hard times were ahead, my father knew that new opportunities were also awaiting him in the land where the American Dream thrives. My father initially left Vietnam as a last desperate hope to escape Vietnam’s strict communist government, where a future of military service was inevitable for young boys, who came from families of lower social statuses. As an orphan, my father fell victim to poverty and suffered from food insecurity and insufficient
This passage from “A white Heron”, by Sarah Orne Jewett, details a short yet epic journey of a young girl, and it is done in an entertaining way. Jewett immediately familiarizes us with our protagonist, Sylvia, in the first paragraph, and our antagonist: the tree. However, this is a bit more creative, as the tree stands not only as an opponent, but as a surmountable object that can strengthen and inspire Sylvia as she climbs it. This “old pine” is described as massive, to the point where it, “towered above them all and made a landmark for sea and shore miles and miles away.” (Line 8).
Melinda picks the word “tree.” Annoyed, she goes to pick a new word, but is stopped by her art teacher. Melinda struggles with her project, unable to make her trees look alive and un-child like. “I can see it in my head: a strong oak tree with a wide scarred trunk and thousands of leaves reaching to the sun…. I can’t bring it to
I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees. The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity.
(MIP-1) Najmah faces the symptoms of PTSD, as shown through the book Under The Persimmon Tree. (SIP-A) Witnessing a death of another is the cause of PTSD that has affected Najmah. (STEWE-1) When Najmah saw what had happened to her mother and brother this was one of the causes of PTSD because,“My heart hammers as if it wants to escape my chest, and it is the only sound I hear apart from the heavy ringing in my ears." (Staples 82).
The Black Walnut Tree In Mary Oliver’s “The Black Walnut Tree,” Oliver employs personification, split section, and conflict between literal and figurative to establish the tree’s role in the family as a symbol of both the adversities and the rewards that arise from their endeavor to preserve their family history. The personification of “black walnut tree swing through another year of sun” is used to convey the fresh and renewed spirit of the family once they decide to keep their family together. The idea of the tree “swinging” represents a cheerful spirit. Since the author chooses to embody this cheerful spirit in her writing, it demonstrates the idea of family and home; money tends to draw people apart, but happiness and favor comes with the idea of an object like the walnut tree that forges the relationship in a family.
I felt like I was plummeting to my death as the wind whipped all around me. For a brief moment, my body was vertical to the ground and I felt as if we were going to flip into a forward roll. Just at that moment, the cables snapped tight and we went swinging like a pendulum. My eyes were sealed shut. I continued screaming as we swung back and forth several times.
“...but the oriole nest the elm was unattended and knocked back and forth like an empty cradle” (Hurst 350). This simile gives a comparison to a tree to an empty cradle. The story goes on and tells how the older brother has watched other parents or relatives grieve over people who struggle
Setting: The beginning of A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith, takes place in Brooklyn, New York in a section called Williamsburg in 1912. Williamsburg bustles and is overcrowded with impoverished immigrants, like most of Francie’s family. Williamsburg is home to a wide diversity of immigrants including Jews, Irish-Catholics, Germans, Italians, Polish, etc. Betty Smith who serves as a narrator constantly describes the sights, sounds, and smells throughout the book, such as “baked stuffed fish, sour rye bread fresh from the oven, and something that smelled like honey boiling.” Francie Nolan is eleven years old when the book begins.
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.