Concept related activities

We went on a fishing trip to Newport. We were waiting for a long time for something to bite. When something finally bit my father caught a very small fish. We were excited though because it was the first catch of the day. We are not much for fishing but we had a good time anyways.

My family and I went on a walk through the woods in Easton. When we went we saw all sorts of wildlife including this swan. This swan was very relaxed to see us and he was not very scared of us. We saw him catch a fish that was also cool.

My father and I went on a hunting trip to Nantucket and we really enjoyed ourselves. We had a lot of fun and we plan to do the same thing again next year. The island is beautiful but in the winter it seems like you are the only ones on the island. We did not see many people which was cool because it almost seemed like we had the island to ourselves.

Outdoor Literature

Back cast Lou Ureneck U.S
Blue Horizons Beth Leonard U.S
The very hard way Brad Dimock U.S
Forever on the mountain James Tabor U.S
Sky time in Grays river Robert Michael U.S
Last stand Michael Runkee U.S
Master Angler Condors in canyon Country Sophie Osborne U.S
White Paradise Francis Latrelle U.S
Yosmeti in the sixties Kevin StarrU.S
Peak Roland Smith U.S
Natural History Of North American Trees Donald Peattie U.S
The phantom Buck Elton Mellhum U.S
The Hunt at devils gateElton Mellhum U.S
Water warriors Elton Mellhum U.S
Old Johns last ride Elton Mellhum U.S
She shot my buck Elton Mellhum U.S
Being there Elton Mellhum U.S
Hunting 101 Elton Mellhum U.S
Symphony of the wild Elton Mellhum U.S
A thousand eyes Elton Mellhum U.S
The rubber fish Elton Mellhum U.S
Virtual Cows Elton Mellhum U.S

excerpts

TO THE LAKE In Spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less - So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody - Then - ah, then, I would awake To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight - A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define - Nor Love - although the love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining - Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.
Edgar allen poe
October/31/1840
U.S


A Green Cornfield The earth was green, the sky was blue: I saw and heard one sunny morn A skylark hang between the two, A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in gay accord, White butterflies danced on the wing, And still the singing skylark soared, And silent sank and soared to sing. The cornfield stretched a tender green To right and left beside my walks; I knew he had a nest unseen Somewhere among the million stalks. And as I paused to hear his song While swift the sunny moments slid, Perhaps his mate sat listening long, And listened longer than I did.
Christina Rossetti
6/2/1853
England

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At The River!
Submitted by: lmarshall0502
Author: Linda Marshall
Running! Riding!Roaring up the road!Wow! Such 4-wheeling fun!From sunrise to sundownkids on the run!Tubing down rapids,swimming, floating, rock throwing and dam building!Making little swimming holes!Wading,splashing in shallow clear pools! Rock climbing and fossilhunting along the river -So many treasures!What an adventure -Such fun to remember!
1/06/09 U.S

Autumn Magic
Submitted by: Jeanne Fiedler
Author: Jeanne Fiedler
It's FallThe season of wisdomwhere we attaincolors of great knowledgeand darker shades of fearThe confusing temperaturesOne Spring dayOne Winter daybalanced back and forthto shock us intotemperance and equanimityThe sun is majesticas it glares throughthe vibrant shadesof windblown leavesas they leave theircolorful hueson the bare shufflinggroundThe birds are migratingThey flow in and out ofthe sceneryAs we endure the beautyWe can see the longpermanence of impermanenceLike life and deathfrom transience to eternityThere's too much timeBut there's not enough timeWe're listless as the WinterapproachesShowing its chilling andcolorless humbling of life...
11/10/08 U.S

The Singing wilderness
Sigurd F .Olson April 1956 U.S
"Some years later I discovered a stand of virgin forest known as theNorthwest Corner. Here were tremendous trees, the last of the oldprimeval stand, and on the ground huge moss-covered logs soft and spongywith decay. This spot was different from any other I had known.......Iused to tiptoe into that timber and creep stealthily from bole to bole,thrilled with strange and indefinable sensations, some of fear and someof wonder and delight. Those ancient trees, the green-gold twilightamong them, the silence of that cushioned place did something to myboyish soul which I have never forgotten."

Dialogue Poem

What are you doing here weirdo? Bold=dog
I am just chillin in this nice spot of yours.
Well I don’t want you here.
Are you going to make me leave?
Yes I will but only if it’s all right with you.
I don’t feel like doing much today and you are not going to tell me what to do.
What a beautiful day hey.
Yes now leave.
Alright I will see you some other time.