White Horse Descriptive Writing

In The Ballad of the White Horse by G. K. Chesterton one of the main characters is King Alfred of England, the legendary savior of England from the invading Danes. The book is set in the ninth century AD. He is accompanied in battle by Eldred, a Saxon farmer, as well as Mark, a Roman, and Colan, a Celt. While Alfred originally feels despair over his efforts to drive away the Danes, the Blessed Virgin Mary appears to him in a vision and tells him that he is to continue. G. K. Chesterton named the book after a symbol in England, a white horse cut out chalk that must constantly be cleaned of encroaching weeds. To him, it symbolizes Christianity’s struggle against eroding pagan forces. The ballad questions and discusses the opposing worldviews

Behavior is a key factor in riding horses. Individuals can learn how to better themselves for the future by improving the way they act. When a young person is focused on brushing, feeding, or working with a horse, their focus is no longer on their own problems and issues. People who have struggled to achieve their treatment goals have made significant breakthroughs through equine therapy. Like all animals, horses set their own boundaries that a rider has to learn respect. Loving an animal can help a child learn how to love themselves as well. “The need for animals to be taken care for on a daily basis fulfills the humans need to be needed, to nurture, and to love.” (Trotter). Children learn to become responsible for themselves and

Whether it be the sea or land, nearly every expanse of the world is dominated by humanity, but there exists one stretch that only dreams can reach in full: the sky. Greek mythology expresses this idea of its unattainable power as home of the gods and realm of the King of the Gods Zeus, but there is one example that solidifies it as the one unreachable territory. That example is Ovid’s story of mortal Daedalus and Icarus, father and son, who with their tinkered wax wings made their attempt at escape from their exile through flight, only for one to succeed and the other to fall in a reckless soar to the searing sun. Naturally, with the universal dream to fly and the tragedy within it, the tale resonates deeply with everyone who reads it, and even today it is clear how impactful the story is to so many with the dozens of poems written in inspiration. One of these poems is Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,

John Grady Cole, the last in a long line of west Texas ranchers, is, at sixteen, poised on the sorrowful, painful edge of manhood. When he realizes the only life he has ever known is disappearing into the past and that cowboys are as doomed as the Comanche who came before them, he leaves on a dangerous and harrowing journey into the beautiful and utterly foreign world that is Mexico. In the guise of a classic Western, All the Pretty Horses is at its heart a lyrical and elegiac coming-of-age story about love, friendship, and loyalty that will leave John Grady, and the reader, changed forever. When his mother decides to sell the cattle ranch he has grown up working, John Grady Cole and his friend Lacey Rawlins

The book All the Pretty Horses is a western drama about teenage cowboys as they transition from adolescence into manhood. The author, Cormac McCarthy, structures the book using echo words and parallel structure that links dialogue exchanges and makes the scenes flow smoothly. McCarthy is a master of this sort of repetition and uses this structure throughout the entire book. There are many examples of this used throughout the book, but the author primarily focuses on the interpersonal relationships, diversity, and change.

There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<

Standing full of strength, it was obvious this steed was itching to run as if he just became a wild mustang. His poise made it clear that he wanted to run with every ounce of his strength, a sense of adventure stirs in my mind, taking in the aroma of freshly cut grass, he lets out a raging loud whinny, for a split second time stops. Once, his movement begins again, it becomes formless but rapid creating a calming yet mighty rhythm I am oh so familiar with. Shuffling forth slowly, my legs, clutch tighter, goose bumps appear resembling stars in the night, while beneath the saddle generates thundering hooves used such as wings, galloping at full speed with no worries in our mind. As the crisp breeze touches my face I know my spirit becomes free,

A half dozen riders atop of massive horses with horns like a fearsome bull only a seasoned matador would face, showed themselves in the the dim moon light. A moment later there were hundreds of them. I trembled with fear to the point it caused my to topple over. I gained control of my pounding heart and trembling legs enough to run for the bell, I had to alert the rest of the fort of the horsemen outside the gates. Immediately upon reaching the bell a sling stone came hurling out of the darkness knocking me

The story of Pegasus finding his way into the night sky begins with the death of Medusa. Upon her beheading Pegasus jumped out and began living on Mount Helicon. On Mount Helicon, Bellerophon, a Greek hero, claimed Pegasus and chose to fly with him to Mount Olympus, the home of the Gods. Upon the way, Zeus, the father of the pantheon, who lived on Mount Olympus, sent a horsefly to disrupt Bellerophon's voyage. The horse fly bit Pegasus and caused him to buck Bellerophon clear off and he plummeted back down to

CRACKLE! BANG! BOOM! I was awaken by a loud CRASH. It was so loud! I looked up to the hay mow and could see that lightning had struck a hole in the roof to the piles of fresh hay. They were on fire! Within minutes, all I could see was red and orange, and I could barely breathe. I ran outside as fast as I could. Where was that stupid kid? He needs to get the horses out! I kept running and tripped right over him, he was on the ground

'Alpha there is a rouge and a human on the North East border,' my beta, and best friend, mind links me 'Do you want me to handle it?'

I am laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I couldn't. It is a very stormy night. I do not know why but for the 81 years that I have been breathing, I could never fall asleep in a storm. I was dozing off when all of a sudden I heard a big BANG. I have never heard that sound before. I got up to look out of my window, I couldn't see much because the rain was pouring so hard that it made everything disappear. The last time I experienced a storm like this was two years ago when I had to cancel my fishing trip with my best friend because a tree fell on his vehicle. I was disappointed that day because I closed down the lodge on the day before Memorial Day.

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

The chief offered his hand and escorted Dana to the next area. A force field dropped and lights popped on ahead of them, leading down a circular corridor, Dana recognized the place. They were in the old mines. Now, these mines were transformed into sheen tunnels, led to rooms with protected secrets for the future. Her heart pounded faster with excitement plumbing through her veins.

My heart pounded brutally in my chest as my feet left the ground. Once I started elevating into the air my body was yanked along with the wind. As I was getting higher, I slowly saw everything become smaller. All of the buildings below me became dollhouse size. I watched the huts turn into tiny drink umbrellas. I looked around to witness the incredible view of the enormous mountains in the distance. The mountains became more clear as I was soaring closer to them. I could now observe the entire city in one glance. I could feel the cold breeze brushing up against my skin. Wanting to stay in that one moment, I forgot about everything and just focused on flying. It was almost time to land, I had to listen for my whistle. Once the screeching whistle blew I knew I had to pull the red cord. I reached back to grab the cord and tugged on it. I was slowly starting to drift back onto the shore. Once my feet touched the hot sand, I felt a wave of relief go over me. My adrenaline finally stopped pumping and I was able to be breathe