July 12th - Place freewrite

Feel – three minute freewrite

In this place I feel gravel and chate shfting beneath my feet. Wind is blowing through the trees of the trail I am waliking across. I feel drops of rain hiting my skin. I feel Long blades of grass switshing againxt my legs. I feel seed ticks taveling up my legs. I feel wind freom the wrotm clouds above.  I feel my backpack swininging behind me. I feel water tunning down my throwt I don’t’ wkno what I feel come to me feelings. What do I feel in this? place I feel my heart sore at the hilltop views of Ha Ha tonka. I feel coolwater running across my feet. I feel cool air floating off of the cold blue spring at Ha Ha Tonka statepark.

Smell- three minute freewrite

I smell dirt and leaves of the surrounding trees. I smell sweet, fresh air from the surrounding fields. I smell musty damp cave ground. I smell smell I smell I smell Trees I smell the fresh spring water. I smell strained –treeted wood of trail decks I smell flowers of daisys  I smell sassafras leaves in my hand. I smell goosebeiire leaves. I smell ceder tree ferns I smell, I can’t think o fanything at the moment but I now I am smelling an amazing cup of Mocha from the “Hub” Bike and Coffee shop. I smell the countryside, not the city

See – Three minute freewrite

I see trails before me I see trees above me I see flowers of blue and white along the trails. I see castle ruins. I see Rolling hills from the hiiltop cliff I stand at. I see my siblings and friends walking ahead of me on the trail. I nsee the deep, beautiful blue spring at Ha Ha Tonka state park. I see cliff ledges and hhuge rokcs jutting from the hillsides our trail laces around. I see sassafras trees. I see seed ticks. I see miles of beautiful untouched land around me. I see the moon in the night sky. I see stars. I see a creek of running water. I see a rock ledge above my head.

Hear – Three minute freewrite

I hear birds singing in the trees. I hear thinder in the skye. I hear silence of the country. I hear my friends and siblings laughiong and talking. I hear rocks rolling and shifting beneath the feet of us travalers. I hear water runnding. I hear wind blowing through the trees. I hear the trees creaking and talking in the wind. I hear others moaning and goraing about the painful bite of unwelcomed seedticks.
I hear I hear I hear a phone ringing a phone I don’t want ot hear. I hear the things I want to hear. I hear the things of this palce I want to tbe , the  place that I’ve visited and I want to return to. Hear Hear Hear Hera a tarp being pelted by unsaspeted raindrops.