This is a draft focusing on when we read William Stafford's "Traveling Through the Dark." What the whole point was...write a piece about when you had an encounter with wilderness. The element we focused on was creating a location...so here we go:
Four feet dangling inches off the ground-
I slipped.
The yellow seat whipped back, smack in her face.
Both sprawled on the wood chips of Lornie's Park.
A furry mound caught my five year old eyes,
as I crawled furiously towards whatever lay
atop the wood beamed boundaries.
I squinted towards the tops of oak trees,
barely finding the leaves through the glare,
and back down to the creature at my knees.
A tufty tail still flicked back and forth,
instinctively I reached for the movement, but
shouts from my mother
echoed.
Brushing off my legs, I galloped back
to where my sister wailed,
glancing back only once, ensuring that squirrel
would still be there
tomorrow.
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