Eh, this isn't a lyrical verse thing... More like a creative, descriptive paragraph. We were suppose to follow the paragraph that our teacher handed out to us, but make our own place and describe it. (The paragraph was about a swamp). So this is what I came up with for my class. It was an assignment to help us get use to using different adjectives to describe one place of our choice in one paragraph and a certain amount of sentences. The Realm of the Pond There is something peaceful about a pond. The cool brook that trickles down the rocks into the clear water and a calming sensation which seeps to the soul gives one a blissful, tranquil sensation. The bright afternoon sun and flowing white clouds in the sky cast a carefree essence over everything. An apple tree with pink blossoms blooming like popcorn kernels over a hot stove send soft petals dancing to the water’s surface. The lanky grass and colossal cattails grow around the pound, which seems to be a miniature forest for the rabbits and field mice, sway to the whisperings of the cool spring breeze. Slinking a foot through the fresh water, the minute tadpoles, appearing to be strange fish with tails swaying to and fro, makes one giggle as they nibble on toes belonging to the foot. A tire swing tied to a sturdy branch of the apple tree dangles while waiting for someone to swing on it. Exultant goldfish and catfish plays hide and seek by swimming through the tangled clumps of emerald moss within the deep pond. Here and then is the hushed atmosphere broken by a grumbling croak of a lone bullfrog that startles one for just that small moment since it is abrupt. The chirpings of the mocking birds sound like maidens of olden times singing haunting but sweet melodies of nature and life. At interludes bees hum a quiet solo. The dainty breeze caresses one’s cheek. The dock over the pond is splintered, and sitting down on it without a towel is hesitant, for the stray pieces of wood sticks into one’s rear end quite uncomfortably. The aura round this place captures mysteries and fantasy tales in one’s heart. Such is the pond.
