The Road Poem

Despite all the violence and gore in The Road by Cormac McCarthy, therein lies a tender familial love story. Love survives in a chaotic, barbaric world through the story of a father and his son. This epic tale illustrates that any individual would do anything for someone else out of love. Additionally, it shows that trust is such a valuable factor in any type of relationship. The two themes that emerge, develop, and interact with one another throughout this book help flourish an even stronger bond between the two main characters.

“Welcome aboard fellas.” the fisherman greeted with dismay. “Thanks a lot for the help, we’ve been stuck here for a while.” Peyton said. They proceeded to tell the fisherman about their erratic adventure.

The day is gone again and night is closing in. I spent today in bed with vacant, blinking eyes that stared at pale blue walls as shadows crept around the room like clouds the wind has streaked across the winter sky. My vision wandered to the windowsill where motes of dust would dance in piercing beams of light as white and

“Well, here it is.” Tash said as they got in the boat. She picked up the oars and began after the long line of orange boats.

The forest behind Aiden's house were thick, and stretched on for miles. Tall pines, maples, and oaks reached up from the ground, their green and scarlet tipped fingers scraping the sky. Green-gold morning light filtered through the dense canopy above his head, and a few early fallen leaves crunched beneath

“The Road Not Taken” this poem is about choices that they had to make and the future choices this is just like our life we have to make choices all the time. these are some of the choice i had to make, to go my sisters game go to the IU football game or stay home and wash my show cows.

As he builds a new fire, “he thinks about an old man from Sulphur Creek who told him that folks should never travel alone in the Yukon when it's colder than fifty degrees below zero.” The man was thinking that man was just being scary. He was thinking he was the real men for traveling through the Yukon with nature being as freezing cold. The man gets another fire going he didn't know had he made a big mistake by building the fire under a spruce tree. Because men shook the spruce tree a bunch of snow falls off the tree and put his fire on the men believes he has bad luck.

CHAPTER TEN Frantic Flight to Yellow Rock Jacob charged a little way up the crest, his feet beating divots into the dirt. “Come on!” he shouted, and we all bolted down the far side toward the creek, the three of us slipping on rocks until we hit the bottom and could

The Road Named one of the four major novelists of his time, Cormac McCarthy has won numerous awards such as the National Book Award, National Book Critics Circle Award, and the 2009 PEN/Saul Bellow Award for Achievement in American Fiction, which places him in the highest rank of American literature. His tenth and latest novel, The Road (2006), known as his most traumatic yet intensely personal work, has won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature Award in 2007, as well as the James Tait Black Memorial Prize (2007,) and the Quill Book Award (2007.) The Road is one of three novels that have been made into a film and was featured in theaters in 2009. Nominated for various cinematography awards, and winner of the Pulitzer Award, The Road is a

“I hope so.” Sam chuckled softly. “We mighta done better if’n we’d taken the boat instead. This road follow the Newport River. The mill’s on the Russell’s Creek.”

Author Walt Whitman, who is considered one of the Great American authors, wrote during the Romanticism thru Transcendentalism period. Particularly, in his work titled “Song of the open road” written in 1856 we can see evidence of the characteristics, themes and style identified with the Romanticism movement, which was extant in American letters between 1855 and 1865. As a representative of such movement, Walt Whitman then remains one of the most identifiable and iconic writers of his time.

As the sun sunk its way behind the far hills, the day had ended. The long day, of chasing sheep, walking dogs, clearing streams and climbing hills had finally come to an end. The sweet smell of the freshly mown grass made the air heavy, sickly sweet. The smell of tired people and dogs crept through the air. The hills above and below are like a fingerprint. Rolling up and down, curving and changing no two parts ever the same. Dogs run backwards and forwards on their last legs for the day. As the sun disappears the darkness comes closer, covering the world like a blanket for the night. The long green grass became dark and gray with the change in light and the sheep in amongst the grass grew larger in their shadows. Young boys clamber back over the side of the hill, carrying several spades each. The old horse followed behind dragging the old fence posts through the long grass. The temperature had dropped a few degrees, making the boys shiver, as their teeth clattered together. Goose bumps painfully

He would have to find an old sailboat and take that apart he knew that some intake sailboats were in the dock but getting wood from those would be hard. The broken ones i can get the wood from and i can get the sail from an intact one he thought to himself and set out to the docks.

After appearing intermittently in scattered sinkholes, the river rises three miles downstream in a big boil, then continues on to meet the Suwannee and the sea. Nearby, stands of cypress mirror themselves in the still waters, walls of dense river swamp rise before you, sudden sinkholes open in the woodlands-rich with cool ferns and mosses. Farther from the river, expanses of longleaf pinelands stretch across rolling hills. In the midst of this lovely setting, you find 65 campsites, 18 rustic cabins, and a pavilion for group meetings. A diving platform marks a good place to swim in the soft, cool waters of the Santa Fe, and canoeing up this dark river is like traveling backwards in time in the direction of original Florida.

Torin maneuvered the small skiff to the narrow white sand beach directly below the imposing cliff which rose nine hundred and twenty-two feet above the shore. These sea cliffs were some of the highest on the British mainland. Duncan and Torin leaped out of