Westover Woods: A Short Story

In the essay published in 1995 “ Caring for the Woods “, by Barry Lopez shares his thoughts on what is happening to the undeveloped and uncut land. Coming from a family that used land for planting, harvesting, and buying up, at the age of 49 Barry realized sacrificing the biological integrity of land in his generation should stop. Barry’s neighbor put 32 acres for sale which at the time had active timber companies who wanted to the land to clear-cut forcing barry and his wife to match up to prevent this from happening. Barry and his wife were able to purchase the land and completed legal arrangement to prevent logging, or being developed after they pass away. Being able to watch the spread of logging, watching the same house being put up for

Abby always wants to get her way and in most cases she does. She persuades everyone she encounters to help build on her lies. She persuades not only strangers but even those closest to her. One of the girls that was dancing in the woods with her was named Mercy Lewis. Abby told her “Listen now: if they be questioning us, tell him we danced- I told him as much already.”(pg. 18 Act 1) She persuades Mercy to not come out with the truth but join in on her lies. Abby coaxes people in the court to believe her as well. All of the lies and persuasion that Abby does help her with her personal cause, power and money.

It was my sophomore year in high school, I left my house just like every other Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to ride my bike to school. I had rode and still ride a Nishiki Pinnacle that my dad had received as a gift from my mom, yet he was too busy with working to have any leisure time to ride that bike; my mom maintained it regardless so when my brother needed a bike for college he took the beach cruiser that I had used the year before and I inherited the Pinnacle. When I left these rides were usually pretty quiet, with the occasional other bicyclist, runner, or landscaper. The wildlife of the river path that I followed is teeming with life; various lizards, prairie dogs, mourning doves, sometimes the illusive coyote. The path is shrouded

In the story, The Interlopers Hector Munro creates a setting of a windy, dark, and wet forest to raise the suspense in the story. This specific setting keeps the reader on the edge of their chair constantly wondering what’s going to happen next. The setting affects the conflict, climax, theme, and the atmosphere of the story. The forest setting affects the conflict in many ways.

The Truman Award book I chose to read was What Waits in the Woods What Waits in the Woods? By Kieran Scott.

On Tuesday, October Eleven, the eighth grade class left St. Charles Borromeo School to go to Westminster Woods, in Occidental, by bus.We stayed there for a tiring four days and three nights. The purpose of this fieldtrip was for us to become closer to each other and bond as a class. Westminster Woods offers opportunities for growth, connection, reflection and discovery. They also offer three types of programs dedicated to environmental science, character development, and a program that is a combination of both. Almost everyone in the class, including myself, have been excited for this field trip since the beginning of the year. We all hoped to improve ourselves individually and as a group.

Once there was a 8 year old girl named Ashely. Ashely is nice to everyone and wants everyone to be happy. One day at home Ashely finished her math homework and it was time for dinner. Her family was eating bread, chicken, peas, potatoes, and beans. While Ashely was eating she thought about going into the woods. She asked her mom if she can go outside. Her mom said yes after she eats dinner. So when she was done eating she went into the woods.

This quote concentrates on the acceptance of others and what we could possibly accomplish with this newfound understanding. The refusal of assistance and aid of others solely because we are different is inherently setting ourselves up for failure. Not only must we help one another but band together when injustice is prevailing. Prejudice may not be targeted towards us as individuals but injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere. At White Oaks, we are all of a singular comradeship and must work together in order to achieve a common goal: to thrive not only as learners, but flourish as people. Additionally, Eugene Debs is attempting to convey that trivial things, namely geographic borders and bodies of water, shouldn’t divide us a people. There

Don’t feel bad for Japes as he rocks in his chair watching the cardinals and the squirrels’ race around the towering pine trees across from his front porch. It has been a few years since he retired and although he is not naive he still shakes his head when reflecting on the vicious nature of the greed shown by those in the world outside of the hotel. Of course the nature of a hotel culture is in itself one of safety and comfort. Servers are a breed all their own with skills in many disciplines all of which are aimed at bringing a smile and sense of belonging to everyone not just a select few. It is an extremely challenging skill and an equally satisfying career. Servers do not receive the recognition that many other disciplines get, but when

One cold, dreadful winter day in November, the wind was biting at our faces, high in the Ouachita mountains at Ash Creek deer camp, I would have to face my most dreaded fear. I would be faced with losing the person that means the uttermost to me.

Nick had little clue as to how the other driver had fared. Looking up the 30 or so feet to the road carved through through the mountainous terrain, Nick couldn't make out anything except the cliff face due to the angle he was at, and he didn't see any other smoking cars besides his, so the driver must still be in the road; he may have already gone for help and Nick would be beset upon by a rescue crew and be in a hospital with Matt, sipping hot coco and turning the whole occurrence into a joke before the day ended.

My sister and I decide one day that it was a good idea to bike from our house, to my grandmother’s house, where my mother and grandmother were. We descend down into the basement and activate the hero scene. We mount our bikes and ride through the American flag hanging like a large banner in our basement as a form of good luck. We go up the steep slope from the basement up through the driveway. We prepare for our 3 mile voyage and go through winding roads. The landscape of our region featured tree farms comprised of mostly eucalyptus trees, miles long vineyards on varying hills expanding into the horizon, and the frequent parked tractor where an old couple would be caring for their land. In order to get to the village my grandmother’s house was in, we needed to cross through a road that went down the middle of these vineyards. There are several

We could have sat on the bridge and just chill and relax, but we all still wanted to adventure more in this part of the woods. Tyler suddenly looks at the right side of the creek where the land rises above and exclaims, “Look there is a big hill that we can walk up and look over more of the woods.” Gage and I nod our heads in approval and begin to walk up the semi-steep hill along with Tyler who is already halfway up there. Me and Gage proceed to halfway up there as Tyler looks down at us from the top. I never really understood how he got up there so fast because I could barely take one step without stumbling or running my face into some prickly branches. Anyways, Gage makes up there before I do and looks out from the hill among the whole slab of the woods in amazement. “Tyler

It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.

Recently orphaned, August arrives to his aunt and uncle’s cranberry farm in northern Ontario. Uncle Duncan leaves an olive-green pair of bib-overall-style hip waders outside his bedroom door. These mysterious rubber boots become the keys to the kingdom—a kingdom of marshy, boggy land and ponds and thorny bushes and the skeletal outlines of birch and miserly pine that only the north and its feeble sun can grow.