Here’s a great descriptive piece from Rory Price. Just listen to the way it sounds …. the bees, the sun, the shade … doesn’t that sound good right about now?
Houdek Dunes
by Rory Price
The bees buzz quietly by the stairs, attracted to the scent of lady slippers. Sand is lightly dusted across each worn wooden step, making my running shoes slide as I jog. The leaves of the birch trees rustle in the slight afternoon breeze and a morning dove’s call fills the air. The trail is covered with twigs and fallen leaves, and the path descends sharply downhill. I run at an even pace, taking care not to trip on any hidden roots. The sun rays are filtering through the boughs of the trees, warming my shoulders.
It is the perfect summer day, and I am in the perfect place: Houdek Dunes hiking trail. The path opens up into a heavenly meadow. Knee-high ferns stretch into the distance for an acre, and the path is nearly invisible, almost completely covered by foliage. As I wind through the field, the tips of the ferns lightly graze my legs. After a steep incline, I have reached the sandy part of the trail. The temperature is noticeably higher here because of the lack of tree cover, and if I squint just right, I can pretend that I am in the middle of the Sahara. I sink into the dune, my pace becoming slow and laborious, and my shoes filling with sand. I crave a cool drink, but no such thing is available out here.
The looping trail leads me back to the shade of the forest, and I am grateful for the break from the hot sun. After rounding a sharp corner, I reach a tree that is easily as tall as a two-story building, and over one-hundred years old. Beneath its ancient limbs rests a smooth wooden bench, donated by some charitable soul. But there is no time to rest today: I bypass the welcoming bench, and continue on home.
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I really loved this peice of writing it made me feel like i was right next to you. I really like how you described what it felt like to run through the sand and seeing the pretty flowers or ferns.
-Abby Zamora
I really loved the adjectives in this pieceof writting. They could made a perfect picture in my head of someone running down a trail. I love running and i hope i can go down that trail myself.
This piece was so descriptive and detailed that I felt like I was running next to you, feeling the sun on my face and the sand on my feet. I really enjoyed reading it and it has given me inspiration for my own writing pieces. I look forward to reading more of your stories.
It interests me how easily you can tell what this person was feeling when they took the hike. I love story’s like this when they are so descriptive. I like this persons writing technique. i will look forward to seeing and reading this persons writing again soon.