I stood on the edge of the field, my sword raised to shield my eyes from the falling sun. "I'ts beautiful," I thought, staring out at the curve of the hills and the waving of the трава and trees, the grays and browns of winter, with the slightest hint of spring green.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the вверх of a тележка, корзина coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal колокол, колокольчик, белл viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the forest, where I could melt away unseen. The driver rings the колокол, колокольчик, белл again, furious at being ignored. I enter the forest and head straight in, if the driver thought to watch me, he would have seen an unskilled child with no knowledge of woodcraft.
After I was on the other side of a small rise, I turned North and followed the nearly invisible game trails to a grove of thick leaved evergreens and turned to watch. The driver had continued up the field on his original path. But as I watched, he swung around and went back to where he had seen me and rang the колокол, колокольчик, белл once more. Was he assuming I had only retreated a few feet beyond the wood-edge, and was now trying to draw me out by pretending to spot me again? I laughed, I was in the forest now, there was no way he could beat me in my element. I watched his confused antics until I grew bored, then I headed home, smiling. I have a new game to play.
I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the вверх of a тележка, корзина coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal колокол, колокольчик, белл viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the forest, where I could melt away unseen. The driver rings the колокол, колокольчик, белл again, furious at being ignored. I enter the forest and head straight in, if the driver thought to watch me, he would have seen an unskilled child with no knowledge of woodcraft.
After I was on the other side of a small rise, I turned North and followed the nearly invisible game trails to a grove of thick leaved evergreens and turned to watch. The driver had continued up the field on his original path. But as I watched, he swung around and went back to where he had seen me and rang the колокол, колокольчик, белл once more. Was he assuming I had only retreated a few feet beyond the wood-edge, and was now trying to draw me out by pretending to spot me again? I laughed, I was in the forest now, there was no way he could beat me in my element. I watched his confused antics until I grew bored, then I headed home, smiling. I have a new game to play.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Ты think of it, please?
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.