Open Fields :: Descriptive Memories Essays Papers

Open FieldsWhen I think back to the days when I was a child, I think ab show up all of my rattling(prenominal) childhood memories. Often I wish to go back, back to that point in life when everything seemed simpler. Sometimes I think nearly it too much, knowing I cannot return. Yet, there is still cardinal place I can count on to bring me back to that state of mind, my grandpargonnts house. There is something to be give tongue to about lying on ones back in an open field hour upon hour, staring up at a vast, blue sky. With no one around and not another house for miles, it is a great place to be alone, to listen. In the country, I can pick up all the howling(prenominal) sounds of nature commonly lost amidst the bustle of the city. The wind speaks as it blows across the land, whistling through the trees. Crickets rub their wings in song for anyone to hear. An unseen companion scurries beneath the fallen leaves, as an owl above questions who is there. Heading back towards the hous e, I soak in all the beauty of the surrounding landscape. There are towering groves of trees, creek beds lined with wildflowers emitting delightful fragrances, and sunsets that astound. Still, I walk cautiously. For all of natures beauty, trouble can still take form out here, whether it is running into a slithering snake or stumbling across a prickly thistle. Looking further into the distance, I spot the horses gracefully galloping along, their sleek work dancing across their powerful bodies. As I pass the pond, I skip a stone across the water and I think about all the real stories the pond could tell of the ones that got away. Along side its banks I hear a familiar sound, as the bullfrogs bellows lead the way for darknessfall. The night result bring the cool country air, and with it the thick aroma of the wood-burning stoves. On some evenings, if I am lucky enough, some warm apple-butter jam whitethorn even be waiting for me back at the house. Now that I am older, I look for cha nges. I have grown to expect them. My grandparents will soon be gone, but the memories of the land they live on and I grew up on will always be with me.