Author's
Note: This is my first writing response for the book I am currently reading
called Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. I am writing about the second chapter when
the main character talks about seeing nature. I wanted to write more of a
creative writing piece of her seeing the nature around her on the creek.
I race through the
woods, looking around at my surroundings. There are the sycamore trees piling
above my head, and different animals below my feet. As I stop running, I enter
the creek. It is beautiful this time of day with the frogs jumping on lily pads,
and the sound of crickets slightly chirping. I walk ahead a few steps and sit
on the dirt, feeling it with my hands. I move my head around watching the deer
galloping through the woods next to the water.
I smile as I am watching the nature circle me as I lay down and shut my
eyes.
Later that night, I
wake up to the sounds of the frog's croaks and crickets chirping. I stand up,
twisting my head from side to side waiting for my eyes to adjust to the
darkness. I hear the bushes shaking from the wind as I walk past, touching the
trees so I know which way I am walking. I finally reach my house; I then turn
on my porch light staring into the distance. Everything in the world right now
is dark. There are no sounds of animals anymore. The wind died and the lights
of my neighbors have turned off. There is nothing for me to see anymore. I then
lay down on the front porch, and close my eyes once more.
