Picture Writing

In my concurrent enrollment class, Intro to Writing, I gave each student a picture to write about. This is mine.

Dark clouds hung like tattered curtains as I walked to the park. The sidewalk narrowed as I came around the corner, and there stood a statue. A war memorial of WWII. The soldier looked happy with his hat pulled off as if he is waving hello. A gun in his other hand, and his trench coat a green moldy gray with age. I felt the wind on my neck, and as it picked up, you could hear a soft whistling sound as it blew through a gap where the bronze gun strap hung. The smell of rain




Second picture is of a path wandering down to a lake. Pine trees.
As I wandered down the trail towards the lake, my shoes padded on the pine needles beneath like a spongy soft           The sun's rays shot through the trees here and there. Dew melted along the grass and I picked a slender piece of grass and pressed it between my thumbs and blew. A low to middle pitched sound shrilled out and a squirrel darted quickly across the path. The grass smelled earthy sweet between my fingers, but more than anything I could smell the pine trees. Touching a bough as I walked past, I held on for a moment. This was much better than a $20 Yankee candle.

3rd Period

The old farm house stood like a pitchfork. Rotting wood around glassless windows, and not much sign of the blue paint which once adorned the front door. As I walked onto the porch I had to be careful not to fall into the decayed planks of some spots, and a spider web fell across my face. Pushing the door, I walked cautiously into the front area. Dust tickled my nose as it rose from my feet from the floor.