The nearest thing we had to a physical education class when I was attending a two-room elementary school was playing volleyball or softball. The teams included all the kids in the upper grades, 5th through 8th grade. Sports were not something for which I had much skill and especially when it came to participating in a game of softball. Being chosen for a team was excruciating for me, a skinny 5th grade bookworm terrified a ball would actually be thrown or batted toward her. Invariably a spot way out in the field as far as possible from the batter, was where I was told to stand and wait for the ball which hardly ever came my way, thank goodness.
I'll fast forward to another field with this Six Sentence Stories - Field which I am linking to this blog hop hosted by Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog.
Autumn pastures green with new growth from the recent rains sparkle as the early morning sunbeams bounce off the dewdrops enveloping the blades of grass. A red Hereford cow standing near the wire fence nuzzles the face of her calf recently weaned. With the changing of the seasons flocks of migratory birds stop to rest and feed among the trees, grass and hedgerow. High overhead is heard the scream of a red-tailed hawk proclaiming its territory. The branches of the fir trees lining one side of the fence provide a playground for the gray squirrels as they scamper and leap from one branch to another. In the unfenced field across the road, a dozen white great egrets stand like sentinels randomly spaced throughout the field to usher in the new dawn in the peaceful countryside, unaware of the impending doom.
Very pretty picture you paint here. Great six.
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DeleteNice bit of word weaving, Pat. I was enjoying the picturesque setting you created, imagining myself walking along the roadside basking in the early morning sun.. and then I reached the last sentence.
ReplyDeleteFor me, your Six is a reminder of the delicate nature (no pun intended) of life, vulnerable to any number of natural events. A good reminder to be present, in the moment.
Thanks, Denise. So many things can change in an instant but oh how nice it is to be able to recall the beautiful scenes and wonderful events that occur in one's life.
DeleteI'm with the others... talk about visual Sixes. (or better to say, evoking a number of senses, especially the vision
ReplyDelete... and then, of course, there is that small matter of the 'impending doom' lol (nice touch!)
Thanks, Clark. Some scenes are almost too pretty, and maybe unbelievable to some. I'd like to believe that most people don't see such beauty and assume that there is impending doom on the horizon, but perhaps that is a daydream or a pipe dream. Take your pick.
DeleteI too recall the misery of those days on the edge of the field - they were never gloriously warm days - were they?
ReplyDeleteSome of those years seemed to last an eternity. What a relief it was to finally get through some of the awkward years.
DeleteBoth sixes are wonderful! First one sounds like me hoping for no ball to chase. Second one is a well told prose poem. I'm jealous.
ReplyDeleteThank you. You know, I wasn't even trying for a SIX in the first one. I only noticed it after I'd written the "second" one. Funny how things turn out sometimes.
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