Creative Writing: The Football Field

This poem brought me back to my home town and the wonders and beauty that it brings around winter time, and made me nostalgic with memories of past winters with my family and slightly saddened for those who have never seen the magical ability snow has. This poem reminded me that there are people who live in states where their change in seasons is not as noticeable, as the ones that I grew up with and have come to miss. Similar to many of the romantics, natures true beauty can transform the mundane into a work of art that would never have existed

There were fields filled with bountiful flowers and yellows as bright as the sun at midday. A murder of black birds lay on the horizon of the small field, sitting on a rickety fence as if it was their only home. The middle of the field was a lush green that seemed to radiate and sunlight and brightness throughout.

In the winter, nothing is out of proportion and everything is disciplined like the heart, whereas in the spring when budding relationships and spring fever make the heart out of control. This image of winter that Plath provides, suggests that the woman is cold emotionally as she has little emotion. She has the frame of mind that nature like human interaction should be in black and white with as little color or disarray as possible.

It was a summer day the sun was out, the ground was hot, the shade was dull, the sweet smell of the flowers, the icy water on the sprinkler, the perfect day to go outside and play. The birds were chirping, the trees and were green,

courtyard bigger than a football field and all the people said to him –“shank”- but he

For as long as I can remember, athletics have been a part of my life. I am an athlete who will put my everything into trying to be better. I’ve always been a shy person, but the field was where I was the most confident and I could be myself. That was until my junior year of high school, when a coach took the athlete inside me and turned it into a broken player who ended up hating the sport she loved. I had seen him hurt people before me, but I absolutely loved the sport so I thought I could handle it.

Once upon a time there was a kid named Josh and he was a football player. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He lived in Green Bay, Wisconsin.His favorite football team is the Green Bay Packers. Josh played for the Chargers. He was shorter and smaller than the others, but that didn’t stop him. Josh went to a small school that only had 120 people in his entire 8th grade class. Josh made good grades and focused on school before football.

The speaker offers many complain about the nature of the summer but does that in a more cautiously by attempting to discuss the actions of humans through the characterization. Even if the two have different characteristics, he suggests that two have a common similarity and claims that “and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or natures changing course untrimmed” (Shakespeare 7-8) which signify that the two are subject to changes in time. The repetition of the word eternal presents its significance and comments that the beloved might be eternal, but nature is not temporary because it comes annually. The initial idea of man being lovelier than nature turns to the realization that the two have many things in common of which the speaker himself comprehends. Therefore, one can conclude that the speaker places nature and man together and leaves them to compete against time and fate, which remains the only determinant of their life and

Snow and winter can be used to foreshadow future events. For example, in the three books I have chosen, extreme cold has affected people’s lives. Cold promises death. Extreme cold can symbolize the end of your time, it relates to age and pain, despair and the inability to move on.

It felt like everything had changed since the last time I had come to the pond. The ground had been unevenly covered in brown leaves in the fall. Now it was covered in snow, flat and white like a marble pedestal supporting an ancient statue of a Greek god. The snow crunched down heavily as I stepped on it, like the sound of the first bite of a perfect apple. The wind howled at me mockingly for coming outside

The cold crisp winter air bit at her as she trekked across the empty field. A light gust of wind picked up, blowing her wild fiery hair into her face and she pushed it away in slight annoyance. Exhaling a breath, she inched further into her coat and stuffed her hands into her pockets in an attempt to keep warm. Making her way over to a small bench that was dark and slightly rustic, she plopped herself down and instantly fell back into the hard wooden seat with a sigh. Rubbing her glove-covered hands together, she looked towards her vacant surroundings. Lush, vibrant greenery stretched across the vast entirety of the land. The near-naked whimsical-looking trees that were posed disorderly sprouted long thin branches that were yet to blossom into divine colours. Soft yellow light filtered through the grey clouds and casted a warm glow over the field. The faint audible murmur of bristling leaves and the high intermittent chirps of birds pleased her ears. As she watched the blushing withered leaves fall upon the dewy grass, a sense of warm nostalgia settled over her.

The crisp summer air filled the local park as the vivid sun glistened in the sky. One could hear magpies tweeting and dancing across the horizon. The unbounded vault of celestial blue was hemmed with silver. Trees stood as majestic as soldiers, whispering sweet secrets to each other. The luscious emerald green grass was a carpet, as soft as wool and the clambering, azure river was muttering and lisping through the mossy park. The salubrious, Spring aroma drifted and whirled from the primroses

Autumn is exemplified metaphorically as one who conspires with the sun, labors the land’s crops, and a talented musician. It personifies premature autumn when all naturalistic beings have ultimately reached maturity and face the inevitable life cycle of conception, birth, maturity, and death. It achieves this through its use of imagery, and figurative language such as personification. The overarching theme exemplifies autumn as an ambiguous abstract that is conducive to connoting several meanings in literature. It can be seen as maturity and wisdom. It can be seen as elderly age, but before morbidity and fatality, the harvest of a lifetime of learning and the imminent conclusion of existence.

The use of the pronoun ‘You’ makes the poet feel exposed, since he wants to build a dialogue with the audience. The ways Tomlinson writes makes it able for the reader to visualize what is really happening. The techniques the poet uses underline his messages. The tense and the speech give the poem a sense of urgency and importance and enables the audience the makes itself present in the situation, being able to feel the piercing and the numbness caused by the cold. The poet describes the winter as almost being inhuman, since it is taking the life out of nature itself – since it is causing death and lack of fertility. The poet employs connotations when he writes – ‘embattlement’ , ‘gunshot’ and ‘ mediaeval’ since they remind the reader about war and ‘cold’ , ‘frost’ and ‘frost-fronds’ reminisces the audience about the season of winter. The tone utilized is compassionate towards the

It was quite fascinating watching the seasons pass by, the autumn leaves shimmering brightly upon the sweet ambient embrace of the sun. When spring rolled around wild rabbits pounce about, quite inquisitive animals they were with their stout noses, mischievously pondering about with a great deal of vigilance. The miserable winter plight brought about an unforgiving chill that made the hairs on your skin stand up on end. A shallow frost covered the ground turning the place into our own little winter wonderland, the first speckles of the sun glistening upon the humble earth. On the break of summer, the sweet melody of songbirds echoed around in upheaving harmony. It was