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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.

“There was the honest cock robin, the favorite game of the stripling sportsmen, with its loud querulous note; and the twittering blackbirds flying in the sable clouds; and the golden-winged woodpecker with his crimson crest, his broad black gorget, and splendid plumage; and the cedar bird, with its red-tipt wings and yellow-tipt tail and its little monteiro cap of feathers; and the blue jay, that noisy coxcomb, in his gay light blue coat and white underclothes, screaming and chattering, nodding and bobbing and bowing, and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove” (11). The very vivid descriptions of the birds, people, and nature gave a more creeped out feeling than

So her trek into the woods was to kill an elk, like she had done with her father. However, it was the encounter with two older men, who assisted in gutting out the elk, that she had learned the most. “Did this make them somehow, distinctly like… fathers and daughter? The two men becoming the soil then, in their burial, as had her father- becoming as still and silent as stone.” Here, the connection between human interaction, and experiences with nature is shown vividly.

In “The Earth on Turtle’s Back,” the myth shows the reader how much Native Americans value nature and incorporate it into everything. The myth shows that animals, elements, and wildlife combine and work together to create the Earth. The author explains how even a tiny muskrat could still do a great deed and help out when he says, “It was the tiny Muskrat. She dove

Sean also faced several sensory issues. When he was a baby, he squirmed and twisted uncomfortably trying to break through his mother’s arms as if he felt that he was trapped (p. 8). He also hated walking around with bare feet and when did “he would tuck his toes underneath so he could

Sean gets on with his brothers but mum reports that at times she feels her MS is too much on Sean and he finds difficult to express how he

Sean's aunt encouraged Sean to share how he got off the bus and what happened on the first day.

In Richard Louv’s, Last Child in the Woods, he develops an argument relevant to today’s times about the separation between people and nature and how little nature is actually appreciated. His conversational, yet crisp diction, didactic tone, and use of allusions to the past strengthen his argument.

Great green and yellow grasshoppers are everywhere in the tall grass, popping up like corn to sting the flesh, and tortoises crawl about on the red earth, going nowhere in plenty of time. Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolated; there is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with

Wright examines the relationship of human being and nature using his descriptive language including such devices as imagery and similes. Wright sees the idea of nature and humans joining as one as a possible feat and he shows this though his written experience with these Indian ponies. He initially shows the contrast of the two worlds, but they grow on each other and end up becoming one. Wright sees the loneliness of the ponies, gains their affection, as the ponies are very welcoming. He ultimately ends up wanting to join them by being able to “break into blossom” (26-27), but he is unable to do so because he reached the maximum threshold of the union between humans and nature. Which brings us back to the Wright is able to disregard the average day for humans and take a day to appreciate the true value of nature in its

Sean mentioned that his father was an alcoholic and used to come home all the time drunk, which caused tension between his father and mother. His father would come home slurring his speech, coming home buzzed or sometimes not coming home at all. His father attended AA meeting and he no longer drinks. The counselor asked Sean if it would be okay to set an appointment for him at the outpatient center at the medical center, which Sean seemed willing to do anything to stay in school. The counselor also agreed to meet with Sean’s parents to discuss the plan they have made to make it easier for Sean to confront them.

“I’d see a cluster of kids and he was always just on the outside, because he never quite knew how to engage,” says Sean’s mom, Erin.

The poem “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver connects the both the natural and human world as it compares human life to the travels of wild geese. Touching on the landscapes of the natural world and emotions faced by the average person; Oliver manages to use devices such as tone, metaphors and descriptive images to convey a message that helps a person view life from a different perspective. Oliver makes it clear that the relationship between the wild and the human is coexistence; where one universe continues on if the parallel seems to have stopped. Thus, Oliver is able to move the reader on a comforting journey as she entangles the natural world and human world, showing that the natural world has more

We walked south and found ourselves watching a weasel-liked creature pursuing a rodent. “That animal is called an Ermine or a Stoat. You will discover more animals such as squirrels, deer, elk, and snowshoes.” Owen told us. “What’s a snowshoe?” Olivia asked. Owen pointed at a dozing cat, and made a sign, which meant to be silent. The snowshoe was mostly white and brown. Suddenly, a Blue Jay flew past, leaving trails of azure feathers and woke the snowshoe. It was majestic and amazing to see the Blue Jay fly. Josh flinched when a squirrel quickly grasped a nut descending near him. Unfortunately, more nuts plummeted, and we had to move

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.