The Trail Is Dark And Mysterious

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

     Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes- a fresh, green breast of the new

The poem “The Road Not Taken” is about how the author himself has come to a split in a path while walking in the woods without a map. The season is fall, and the leaves are turning red and yellow. He isn’t sure which way he should go, and he wishes he didn’t have to choose and could go both ways. He looks down one path as far as he can see, but he then decides to take the other. The path he decides to take is not quite as worn as the other one, the leaves are freshly fallen with no foot prints or tracks. The author reflects on how he intends to take the road that he didn 't take next time, but he doubts that he will ever come back. Instead, in the future, he will be reminded of how his decision was ultimately the right one. I decided to adapt this poem into a drawing because I feel like it can be interpreted in various ways and has a lot of hidden meanings. This poem demonstrates that everyone needs to choose their own path and not anyone else’s. This theme was communicated with Frosts usage of symbols and imagery.

A bush caught her dress, and she had to pick off the thorns that got stuck to it. After that, she comes across a log that is laid across the creek which she would have to climb over to continue her path. This is easier said than done, because one has to keep in mind that she is small, and old. After she successfully made it over the log, her next task was to climb through a barbed-wire fence. "There she had to creep and crawl, spreading her knees and stretching her fingers like a baby trying to climb the steps" (DiYanni). Though the barbed-wire fence is dangerous, she made it through safely. The woods were an obstacle all on its own and she is still not even halfway where she needs to be yet. Just for her carrying on her path after going through the woods shows that she is brave, and that nothing is going to stop

The path Narrator is attempting to cross feels risky and unsafe to him, but somehow, he finds the perseverance to keep moving forward and making progress. He was stuck in the middle of the ridge when he had a sudden thought about what his “good friend Jean-Christophe” would say to him; with an “imperious wave of his conductor’s baton”, he would tell Narrator which way to go so that he, also, could take “free individual action against the whole world as he had”. These comparisons and thoughts are references to the books he read, and Jean-Christophe’ beliefs inspired Narrator’s dreams, which helped him gain the self-confidence and perseverance to keep going across the path, toward individualism. Halfway across the path, he was “filled

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

“You will have to go back, and keep to the other road” ... With painful steps we toiled on to reach the right road. This object once attained, soon led up to the dwellings of men. Neat, comfortable log houses, surrounded by well-fenced patches of clearing, arose on either side of the forest

The Midnight Trail The trees glistened on the midnight trail, With only the moon to provide light. Hand in hand, they walked with grace, Promising more than what could be kept. She was dressed in a blossoming, mauve dress, With lace up to her throat.

Once a upon a time in a long stormy night.. I was with three people in a car driving to a haunted railroad. As we were driving we saw something strange. I didn't know what it was but we were scared. So as we were driving listening to some r&b music, I saw something for another time and they thought..”hmmm what is going on!”. So we wanted to find out what it was so we stopped the car and got out. I was looking around and I asked fiercely “why are we doing this?” Joey replied strangely “because we need to find out what is going on!” So we went on the trail of the train tracks hoping there was a big train coming for us. As we were walking Outta nowhere There it is. A train rushing forward and we all run except for joey he didn't realise that there was a train coming. We yelled for him but he couldn't here us. By time joey got crushed by the train.

Literary Analysis #6 “It had been decided that the message would be posted on every path throughout Forest, so that any new ones coming would see it and turn back. Matty was the only one who knew all the paths, and who was not afraid to enter Forest and travel in that dangerous place” (92). Traveling through Forest is hardly ever done because of the risks it poses. A forest is a large tract of land covered by trees but the people in Village understand that passing through it can be deadly therefore Forest has a negative connotation of danger. For reason not yet known, Matty has the ability to move through it as he pleases while others are warned by Forest to never return again after they use it twice (15).

Using the original assumptions our initial results regarding the desired profitability of the Shady trail are positive:

The journey provides a pleasant surprise for the author and her discoveries. As her journey progressed, she uncovered positive revelations about the wonders of nature that she had not anticipated. To summarize, both writings of literature explore the opposite nature that lifes’ journey can

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

Settling into her usual spot amongst the seaweed, she thought her excitement would chase away a good nights rest, but exhaustion weighed heavily upon her and she drifted to sleep without delay. While her body resting, her mind swam with thoughts of the adventures that awaited her. Soon she would have her first pair of legs and get to feel dry land beneath new feet. Oh the places she would go! A new and exciting world awaited and her imagination