December 11, 2009

I was scared, and there was no one to help me. “Lizz, can you untie that knot on the dock?” asked my dad. “Yeah, sure.” The knot let go and we were off. Finally, we were boating. I put my life jacket on. I sat down and watched the water. “The water is rough today. […]

Come inside! It’s cold out there, the weather is no longer fair. Hurry in, it’s almost here! Winter’s coming, so I fear. Animals are making beds for many months of winter rest, Bears go hurrying with their cubs, Bigger bucks now make their rubs, Squirrels go ’round, collecting food, Robins feed their hungry brood, Snow

I got up in the morning When everything was dark  I stepped outside the door  And was greeted by a bark  I told Shep to be quiet  I didn’t want to wake dad  Because if he were awakened  He might get very mad  I went out in the shop  And climbed the old shaky stairs

I dream of mountains, And skies above I adore all the nature, That which I love I dream of the ocean, The deep blue of wonder The sounds of waves, make me shudder. I dream of the jungle, To see the wild unknown, And become sewn, To the adventure. I dream of the arctic The

Spring Snow melting Puddles splashing Flowers blooming Birds chirping Summer Balls flying Kids swimming Frogs croaking Backs burning Fall Buses rumbling Leaves falling Winds blowing Pies cooking Winter Cookies baking Snowflakes falling Children sledding Parents shivering

A rustle of leaves quickly shifted my attention to the creek bed north of my stand. I struggled in vain to see beyond the thick brush. Was it just another squirrel, or was it the buck of my dreams?  A snap of a twig and then a clear pattern of footsteps came echoing through the

“Pshhhh, pshhhh.” The water washed along the sand and wiped away the footprints we’d left behind. The sun sparkled and danced on the gently pulsing water, making it look like the lake was shining, as my friend Claire and I walked down the sand shores of Lake Superior one bright summer day. Does it sound

As my gluteus maximum rested lazily on a bench in a buddy stand that my dad put up before I was able to hunt, I came a conclusion. My conclusion: HUNTING TIME is just like a million dollars. Like a million dollars, hunting time is not going to be lying around somewhere. You have to

I went camping at Little Pond Campground. It is really a small lake surrounded by mountains. The first thing I did when we got there was to go out on a kayak. It was so peaceful out on the water. While I was out there I noticed that the fish were rising for moths. So