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I sit with my back against the pole, thinking. About it all. I know I’m gonna have to get going again, but I don’t want to get back in the car. A police car speeds by and it jolts me out of my thoughts. I hope he didn’t see me. I get back in the car and slam the door. I take  out my phone and dial a number that my fingers know so well, I don’t even have to think about it. He answers, and I say, “I’m coming now.”

Sign tilting

Rust developing

Prairie grass swaying

Breeze whistling

Sky darkening

Clouds vanishing

Mountains molding

Leaves coloring

Autumn arrives

Sign tilting

Rust developing

Prairie grass swaying

Breeze whistling

Sky darkening

Clouds vanishing

Mountains molding

Leaves coloring

Autumn arrives

There is not a cloud in the sky.

Well, that’s a lie.

But almost the truth,

Almost isn’t enough.

I can see a blue mountain across the valley.

The trees are salted different fall colors:

Yellow, green, red and orange.

The old, rusty, speed limit sign supports my weight.

I can smell.

Fall, that’s what I smell.

Mud, the crisp fresh air.

A perfect fall day. 

Dear Diary,

           My family which includes my dad, my mom, and my 2 little sisters are driving cross country.  By the way, they are not the cute little sisters that you always dream about. They are annoying and always in your business. Anyways we are driving cross country for summer break. You would think with a family of five we would have a big car, but we don’t. We have a simple 5 passenger old white Chevy. That means that my sisters and I are in the back all squished together. We have been in the car for 4 hours already today and to me it looks like we have gone nowhere. We are driving through the desert today and to me all you can see is nothing, but my parents however think that it is amazing. All l they say is look over there or over there. When I do look (usually never) I never see anything. It all looks the same to me. My sisters and I are getting very hungry and tired and all we want to do is find a hotel and a restaurant. Whenever we ask my parents they say in a little while.  Which was like 30 minutes ago. There haven’t been any road signs, so I don’t know how much longer it will be.

Two hours later…

Oh my gosh I just saw a sign that says hotel 10 miles away! I am so excited. I asked my dad to stop the car and I t take a picture of it because I am that happy. I have to go now because we have to check in and go to bed.

            Bye until the next boring car trip

– Sara Read more »

I was walking along a stone path .I saw fluffy clouds,tall bushes ,blue sky.The fluffy clouds were shaped into kittenes .
The bushes were corn stocks with good corn on them.The blue sky was so blue that It could make me blind.The mountains were
So butifule they almost made me faintI came across a sign that said DANGER DO NOT ENTER .The sign was rusty.
It made me want to turn back but I DID NOT...

Breeze whistling

Trees swaying

Animals shivering

Grass swishing

Am I still alive?

Sign rusting

Leaves rustling

Fields frosting

Wind drifting

Fall;s wecloming

Grass dancing on the ground.

Birds soaring in the air.

Clouds on traveling adventures.

Flowers blooming in all different colors.

My peaceful, and sunny meadow.

Breeze flowing

Trees rocking

Grass diving

Mountains staying

Nature is awesome.

Wheat flowing

Clouds hovering

Trees shifting

Hawks divebombing

Snakes prowling

Mice scurying

The prairie is alive

Dehydrated grass whipping

Light clouds traveling

Changing trees bending

Vast sky darkening

A rusty sign near a road

Trees swaying

Wind whistling

Sign creaking

Clouds drifting

A beautiful sight

Breeze swaying

Thunder rumbling

Dust scattering

Crickets fleeing

Clouds darkening

A storm arrives

Grass flowing

Sign rusting

Clouds moving

Temperature rising

A nice day outside.

Wind howling

Clouds gliding

Mountains hovering

Autumn leaves swaying

Sign rusting

Winter is slowly approaching

Artist's sketching

Hay wavering

Grass touching

Metal rusting

This is a field!

Clouds billowing,

Leaves littering the ground,

Tall grass waving,

Rusty road sign towering,

Dirt road twsting,

Winding into the country on dusty dirt roads.

Trees Swaying

Hawks Screeching

Sigh Rusting

Tumbleweeds Drifting

Abandoned in the desert.

Breeze      Blowing

Sign          Rusting

People     Hiking

Cameras       Flashing

  A new found place.

Car brakes   Screeching

Tourists   Halting

Cameras   Flashing

   Mountains Hovering

Clouds  Floating

Maples  Reddening

Grass   Yellowing

Autumn Arriving

Silent meadow in the countryside

I look out to the horizon and see the mountains far off. I feel the breeze hitting me, going in all different directions. The autumn chill making me cold and shiver. The sun coming in and out thanks to the clouds rolling over head. I stand there for a long time, just watching everything around me. I feel safe and secure. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. The fresh, cold air going through my lungs and the smell of the nature around me makes me happy. This is familiar, this is home to me. I start to walk once again. I pass the old rusty sign and turn around to look at it. I read it over and over again and each time I do, it warms me to know where I am. I have been gone for so long that I am scared to go away again. I feel like if I do then I will forget about this place forever and lose everything I am.

 My family is waiting for me, I know it. I can feel it. I look down the mountain, it is peaceful and quiet. The little town I love is sitting there just waiting for me to return. I start to run down the mountain towards the town ready to see what I have been missing for the past eleven years. I will be able to see my wife, my son, and my mother. I left when my son was only three years old to help serve our country. I can’t imagine how big he has grown. I wonder if he still remembers me or if he will be mad at me for leaving him for so long. I hope nothing has changed too much and that everything is well with them. If something tragic has happened I don’t know what I would do. Read more »

                Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by. It is a lonely life. I stand here alone, the sun beating down on my spine and the rain running down my face. No one looks at me for more than a second, and when they do, they ignore me. I am a placeholder on this vast horizon. I have been polished and painted in the hopes that I will be noticed, but it is all for nothing. Nothing I do makes any difference. It’s been awhile since anyone bothered to make me feel special. There have been days when I see someone approaching and I find myself starting to hope that they have come to fix all of the broken pieces inside me, but I am unfixable. No one cares about one lonely street sign. Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by.

One morning close to Mount Mansfield Forest there was a turtle trying to cross the road.  The thing was it was as hot as the Mojave desert. The road was very busy normally and was especially busy in the mornings.  So the turtle everyday slowly tries to cross but always fails.  He wanted to cross because on the other side was his home and a small pond.  He was also very thirsty.  So he tried to cross one last time.  He had started to crawl across when all the sudden he heard a giant tractor coming.  So quickly he crawled to the center of the road and at the last second the tractor came by and the turtle quickly hid in his shell and then the tractor barely touched his shell, he's safe and only has to cross on lane when all the sudden a speeding car comes zooming by and hits a sign that goes flying and hits the ground next to the turtle.  Frightened he scury's to the middle of the next lane.  He notices hes in the middle and tries to get to the other side as quickly as he can, and then a semi truck comes flying by......                On the other side, in his shell he waits with his eyes closed.  He peeks his head out opens his eyes and thankfully walks back to his home, safely and carefully.

Clouds  Disappearing,

Rust  Expanding,

Mountains Towering,

Grass Beckoning,

A beautiful countryside

Clear Sky        Darkening

Gale                 Commencing

Tornado           Forming

Branches         Snapping

People             Bolting

     All hope is lost

                Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by. It is a lonely life. I stand here alone, the sun beating down on my spine and the rain running down my face. No one looks at me for more than a second, and when they do, they ignore me. I am a placeholder on this vast horizon. I have been polished and painted in the hopes that I will be noticed, but it is all for nothing. Nothing I do makes any difference. It’s been awhile since anyone bothered to make me feel special. There have been days when I see someone approaching and I find myself starting to hope that they have come to fix all of the broken pieces inside me, but I am unfixable. No one cares about one lonely street sign. Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by.

I stare at the blue sky and the rolling green hills,

The change in the years to come gives me chills,

Will the birds have evolved into moles?

And dug hundreds of little holes,

To escape the thick green smog,

That hangs over us in a suffocating fog,

Will skyscrapers have replaced the trees?

And the fields resemble Swiss cheese?

 Will vegetation become a myth?

Will the earth become drilled out to the pith?

Will it rain acid on our heads?

And the ozone be torn to shreds?

Will we pay any attention at all?

To natures rise and fall?

Escaping The City

Rebecca Clark Read more »

Blue sky deep and rich

white clouds lazly floating along

sign slowly rusting forgoten alone

road cacked and well used 

cars passing not slowing to take a look

To all those who stop and look.