How Rock Has Changed The Way I Look At The World

We took a detour to a small, secluded lake that was completely surrounded by thick forests. The snow that blanketed the lake was untouched and it glistened in the soft sunlight. We skied across to the middle of the lake and took a few minutes of silence. In that moment, I felt my whole world flip upside down. It was so quiet I almost felt uncomfortable as I’d never stood in complete and utter silence, but my senses were focused elsewhere; I had so much to

“A new realization breaks over me. Truth is, I don’t have to go home. Don’t have to face my parents. Don’t have to feel pain anymore. Don’t have to face my parents. Don’t have to feel pain anymore. All I have to do is let go of this rock. Stand up, throw my arms out to the sky, and let the wind take me. This, here and now, could be my fate. This would be a clean ending to my useless life. A good way to die. Slowly I peel shaking fingers off the rock, imagine the release as I let the wind shove me off the mountain, imagine falling like flying, sweet relief. I tense the burning muscles of my legs, ready to stand. To surrender. No, Danny. A voice rides the wind I lift my head up and squint against the wind and rain, somehow

White foam spreads across a carpet of clear blue. The carpet rises, and the foam curves off the back and crashes to the ground. It travels back across a desert of sand and repeats its actions. The morning sun meets the surface, bouncing off and chasing the reflection of the birds flying. Screams of excitement run past me, their bodies wading into the deep blue. Fiberglass skimming across the top, breaking the perfect surface. There was no looking back now. My heart jumps as i follow closely behind. My arms moving fast, diving deep into the warm liquid. Eager to get to the Hawaiian Dives. We start to slow, the sharp, brown rock, marks the bottoms of my feet as i run across. My hands grip onto the rock as i throw my body up to stand. You could see everything from up there.

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

I was bored. The car ride was long. I thought the trip to my grandpa's boat lake Michigan would be short, but I was wrong. We hit every red light and I was losing my patience. We finally get there, the weather is bad, it’s raining, I had a sniffle, and we catch nothing. “Patience” grandpa said. A few weeks later we go out again, still nothing, but at least it wasn’t raining that day. I’d never fished before so when my hook caught pieces of seaweed I thought it was a fish. My grandpa reminded me that you must be patient. Then I reminded him that he “guaranteed” me that I would catch a fish by the end of the summer. I told him that we would catch fish if we went out into the lake instead of just fishing off of the back of this boat on the

A bitter breeze makes its way down the lake until it reaches the shoreline. As I am looking towards Ruby Island I feel an algid whip hit my face, sending shivers through my spine. An astonishment of nippy air gives me goose bumps causing my arm hairs to stick up like soldiers ready to scuffle away the bitterness. I saunter towards the end of the wharf , clinching my fists tightly in my pockets to keep the coolness of the air from touching my fingers. With every step I take, I can feel my feet sliding beneath me from the metal wiring that covers the hard wooden surface.Being very cautious trying not slip into the ferocious wavy water I take a peek at what is beneath. The waves no longer look inviting like were six months ago. Instead, they look sharp and snappy enough to freeze a soul. As I am scanning the rugged surface of the lake, something catches my eye.

We’re standing on a beach, a layer of rocks following the coastline. They’re sharp to the touch and as I pull my finger away it draws a tear of blood. Age has not dulled its surface, nor the sea as its waves crash unrelentlessly against the rocks.

Here lies the area where the rising blue sea crashes on to a shore surrounded by huge, wave-worn rocks. Where the sun shines through the skies and radiates the skin of inhabitants who are admiring the beauty of nature. The limestone shoreline fights back by pushing the water back out and creating a enormous splash accompanied by the effect of ocean spray. Some people come here to go snorkeling and explore a whole new world underneath the water, while others come to enjoy the scenic views and are accompanied by loved ones to walk down the vast amount of nature trails. However to me, this is a place where I am allowed to ponder and be away from the noisiness of city life. At Blow Rocks Preserve Beach, I walk along the beach and am instanly relieved

Quarry Rock is an amazing hike that everyone should try and do if they visit Vancouver, B.C. When I started hiking it felt like a crisp fall morning. The dew was shimmering in the brisk forest as I started walking. The ground was soft as the rain from the night before was still drying up. I came to a slim wooden bridge over a rushing river . The water was scrambling as if it had to be somewhere quickly. When the trail began getting skinny I leaned against a prickly cliff wall for balance. When i finally hand my footing i took my hand away from the cliff wall and it was covered with most dirt that was collected on it for the wall. I brushed my hands together and kept walking. As I hiked higher, the air got warm and the earthy

I came to and looked around at the eerily familiar landscape, but something was missing. The house. It was gone. I slowly walked towards the plantation that I had visited so many times before, and as I grew closer and closer, I saw something peculiar. What was a rock doing in the middle of an empty field? The field was empty except for a single tree, which

Upon hearing this, the wanderer tore open the water hose and emptied its brackish water onto the path. Then he filled a hole with the sand from his knapsack. He stood there pensively and looked into the sinking sun. The last rays sent their light to him. He glanced down at himself, saw the heavy millstone around his neck, and suddenly realized it was the stone that was still causing him to walk so bent over. He unloosened it and threw it as far as he could into the river.

Today I completed some Aron's for Mrs. Edes. I had to make quite a bit of decisions. First, I went to the market and bought fleece and tea leaves from a woman there. Then I went to Lillie's shop and gave back her advertisement, but before I went I saw Thimble! But he ran away before I could catch him.

The fish in the stone by Rita Dove is a poem which examines the course of history and demise from the perspective of a fish which has witnessed both. The fish in the stone is an objective observer of all that passes before him, he is able to describe the changes he sees in the world with first hand account of both the past and the present. The poem creates comparisons between the old sea and his new laboratory environment, life and death, and knowledge and history, to outline the principles of change and objectivity. The poem is written in free verse making it out to be genuine and honest in its account and the line length does not follow a pattern utilizing a very straightforward manner of writing. Rita Dove uses powerful imagery and symbolism to further the directness and relatability of the poem as well as the situation the fish is in. The fish in the stone understands how ends are just as an important player in creation as beginnings, and that contributes to the theme of poem which portrays neither life nor death as an ultimatum, but rather conjoined phase of existence.

When I was a little boy enjoying summer in France, I went to the beach every day. At the beach there were many treacherous rocks that were sometimes were prickly and hard to step on, but as an adventures little boy I went on anyway. I loved the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks and washing away the rock’s sharp end. My favorite hobby on the rocks was to find little puddles of left over ocean water where little fish would swim and ponder at my every move. It was very enjoyable and relaxing for a little energetic child my age. As time went on I discovered new areas and rock structure along the beach that I would name after rooms in my home. Sometime I would even nap on the warm and softer rocks that were soothing and lulled me to sleep.

The colorful evening sky shimmers back at me as I glare at the pond, throwing back a beautiful reflection of orange and blue colors. The smell of fresh pond water grew exponentially as I got closer to the bench. The breeze created the perfect temperature: not too hot, not too cold. While sitting on the newer park benches I watch several people jogging and a couple walking. All of them smiling and listening to their tunes as they get their exercise in for the day. Jake, a nice young gentleman walked by, he asked how my day was and continued about his exercise. There was also a young mother with two toddlers; both were boys. The boys happily ran after each other and played tag. Seeing the joy in their eyes, I could not help but smile and laugh.