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Wild feelings
Sitting on the park bench, I glance around, noticing
the river flowing—like milk through a sifter. The feeling
of happiness is like sitting in my stand waiting for that
big buck. Dragonflies glide through the wind like a
knife slicing through a warm banana.
Walking with swift pride, I stop near the crick. I notice
fish swimming with sounds of a silent night. The craw
fish run with fear as I reach to pick one up. I notice
a turtle in the grass with a shell hard like a rock. I take
my hand out notting the water is cold as ice.
Now getting close to the path in the woods. Noticing the
Leaves turning colors, like the sun on sailors delight night.
The wood planks creek like old house during the cold quiet
night. From old creaky wood to nice asphalt feels Like glowing
happiness and victory getting to the other park.
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