Descriptive Essay: Branson, Missouri

I smiled because I remembered reading about all the unique and facinating birds in the book my mother got me yesterday. I was very intruigued by the canyon’s rim and gorge. Sammy said that the canyon’s gorge showed no sign of human occupation, but we could still go down there for a tour. We all agreed that would be a good idea. Sammy told us to stay close behind him, for the way down could be a little tricky. As we walked with Sammy I stopped every once and awhile to bend down a study the small little yellow flowers that lined the pathway. I remembered reading about thses flowers! They were Mountain Parsley. They looked more beautiful in person than in my book. I pulled out my camera to take a quick picture of them. After I was finished I looked up and Sammy and my family were gone. At first I didn’t panic. Earlier we had passed those tall blue flowers called Silvery Lupines. Or was it those bright orange ones called Scarlet Globemallows? It was then I realised I was lost. I was lost in the middle of Colorado. No one was in sight. There were flowers of many colors everywhere, the sun beat down hard on me, and it was scorching hot. I sat down and thought there was no hope.

The health of the streams and rivers in Missouri is slowly being jeopardized, and it is having a major impact on my life. Two-thirds of Missouri’s river systems are vulnerable to pollution and development. Irresponsible and uncaring polluters dump garbage into streams, not thinking of the effect it has on the environment. Developers destroy wetlands and rivers to build shopping malls, outlet stores, and various other profit-producing chain stores, and there is hardly a thing environmentalists can do about it. The small waterways being polluted and destroyed have an even larger effect, as most of them directly connect and feed the Meramec, Current, and other precious rivers that sustain cherished aquatic life in Missouri.

Through Dallastown Cemeteries younger: St. John’s for mass, we’d creep through a graveyard, weeds & blue birds & my father said to grasp tightly onto our breath’s fingers as we walk or else we’d inhale souls of dead people & I’m sixteen now but still, at sunrise service I hold my breath tightly because I don’t want Ms. Hartenstein & her old, shriveled fingers in my alveoli, she’d rather be in heaven, playing grand piano, anyways but my father said she built a wooden home in that graveyard & after church my brother’s dark, crooked eyebrows teased stories: 19th century axe man trickled into mental asylums during dead quiet nights, chopped feet off of patients who slept with their legs out in midnight’s sigh of open air.

After a long and exhilarating day the Chicago skyline fades in the rearview mirror. I am left with a sense of sadness, but I also know that I will be back. Chicago is a wonderful city that left a lasting impression on me, and Nashville is also a great memorable city but I will take the diverse and artistic Chicago over the musical and seedy streets of Nashville every time. You can take my word for it or be spontaneous and see for

As I sat in the back seat of the car with my forehead pressed against the cool window and my breath fogging up the glass, I watched the unfamiliar landscape crawl by. It felt like an immense betrayal and I understood exactly why I had avoided coming here for so many years; This was the reality I had been trying to avoid. That perfect little

When my mom told me we were going to Hardeeville to get a cat I was so excited because this cat will be the first cat I owned. So the day had came to go get Mishka. I was so curious thinking what color the cats were going to be, there size, or if they had short or long hair. When we arrived to the house, I got so excited.We got out of the car and walk into the house and all I see are the kittens. One of the kittens was sleeping, while

We started freaking out together because that meant we own two cats. When we got to the animal shelter there were so many cats that I knew this would take forever! I started with a small orange and white cat that wouldn't start meowing. Then I held a small grey cat but I didn't get to hold him for long because he got scared and started clawing

We sit in the bus for a while for the bus driver to come back and to tell us what had happened and why we stopped. To pass my time, I stare out in the window and distract myself. For once I can concentrate. I notice the bright blue sky that hangs over the emptiness of the bare open flatness which stretches out, over the horizon. Its rugged beauty is like looking at a child’s painting where at first glance, it’s nothing more than lines and colours but when you pay close attention you can see its beauty described through the imagination of the artist. On the wide-spread landscape, you can see the animals roaming about almost like their trying to escape the harsh and unforgiving sun.

A car pulled up in front of us and got a yard waste tub from the backseat, and my mom went out to meet them. My dad told me, “ Go see what it is.” I had a feeling then that they were cats in the tub. Sure enough, when I looked in the tub, five little faces with whiskers were looking up at me with beautiful greenish blue eyes. At that point, I was ecstatic! I couldn’t believe that my parents were getting me a cat! All of the cats were black and white, but one really stood out to me. It was a little kitten that had a black nose and a white tip on the tail. This was the one I knew I was going to

Lost in my head, I continued flying until the sharp staccato of a car horn hit my sensitive ears. Looking below, I spied a far reaching forest with a small town nestled in its center. So much different than the city I had left. I could make out children playing, a group of teens running around a track, and neat houses with white picket fences. Okay, so I don’t really mean that whole cookie cutter thing, but it was so picturesque that they should have them.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

Aileana decided she should take a walk into town to see if any of her friends might be out and about. It was a magnificent sunny day, now that the morning mist had burned off. As she walked along the sidewalk in town, the smell of the ocean and green hills made her feel so wonderful and content. She could genuinely appreciate the splendor of the country here, she loved that you were able to see the rolling hills and rocky creags. It was so different from the San Fernando Valley where she

I feel like this is my home except it was not dark as this place tho.

My hometown is Heze Shandong province, and it’s a beautiful city. I'm very happy for having been hired as a director of tourism department in Heze. As a qualified supervisor, I have obligations and responsibilities for every tourist to services and help them, then they will have a pleasant travel.