Sunday, May 1, 2011
the neighborhood
The neighbor hood that i know and i love is not like yours. My neighborhood has long rows of budding pine trees and great oak trees the size of a three story building. No your neighborhood fights a battle with nature every day just to continue the way it had been going, but never knowing that it is a losing battle. Mine lives with nature it accepts the punishments that it gives it embraces them as a matter of fact. The old wooden barn once filled to the brim with corn in the summer and hay in the winter, that made my fore fathers rich off the land and dependant in the returns of their harvest. Depending on no one else but them selves. The pastures that the corn grew in was their stock market. A slow moving game of boom and bust keeping them fat one year and having its deppresion just when things looked like they would keep going forever. That was a real neighborhood they were neighbors with every other creature that lived off of the land every frog that lived in the creek, every skunk that even at the most remote distance had some impact on you. Just like the neighbor that you hate but never know his face. Maybe it is the deer that rages through the crop and takes from you even when you don't want it to and you hate that it does it.
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The neighborhood that I know and love is not like yours. My neighborhood has long rows of budding pine trees and great oak trees the size of a three story building. No your neighborhood fights a battle with nature every day just to continue the way it had been going, but never knowing that it is a losing battle. Mine lives with nature. It accepts the punishments that it gives; it embraces them as a matter of fact. The old wooden barn once filled to the brim with corn in the summer and hay in the winter, that made my fore fathers rich off the land and dependant in the returns of their harvest. Depending on no one else but themselves. The pastures where the corn grew was their stock market. A slow moving game of boom and bust that seemed to keep them fat one year but could recede into depression the next. That was a real neighborhood. They were neighbors with every other creature that lived off of the land: every frog that lived in the creek, every skunk that even at the most remote distance had some impact on you. Just like the neighbor that you hate but never know his face. Maybe it is the deer that rages through the crop and takes from you even when you don't want it to and you hate that it does it.
ReplyDeleteCapitilize the "i". Maybe you could create plot, although I do love the nature feel.
ReplyDeleteGreat discription, but what does this lead to...it sounds more like poetry, than a story with a plot
ReplyDeletehow is this a story?, it is a great peice of descriptive writing, but you need tp add some plotline, characters, and pretty much everyting else that a shart story needs
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