writing 3

On this calm afternoon I have noticed more about nature then ever before. Beams of light from the sun gaze over the mountains and through the clouds. The river below winds like a slithery snake. Black jagged mountains stick up from the earth. Refreshing smell of Christmas tickles the nose hairs like a feather rubbing on the back of your neck. I can taste the maple syrup from the pine trees every time i in-hail. Chirping of birds playing a song to their own beat. old dried leaves crunch from the dense wild life walking along the floor of this forest. Cool wind from the west hits my face like a small fan blowing on low. Each step soft from the soil being damp and cold like an old basement. Sight continues for miles never seeming to have an end. As i wait and watch the sun set, the light changes more rapidly then coarse of a tornado. Lights of pink, blue, and orange shoot out from behind the mountain. Life here seems to be stress free and perfect. The sights are to die for, and the weather is flawless. Standing on this bluff takes me back to being a kid. I would always make tree forts and ground forts along the bluff. This experience will never be forgotten.

#1 picture discription

Republicans:

OK, i know you guys are republicans so I'll try to keep this explanation as simple as possible. I'll also try to accommodate the fact that the only thing you really know is how to send troops into war whenever you possibly can. The big black thing is called a Bull. This animal is the male version of a cow (big animal that has black and white spots also the animal you get milk from.) The bull has huge horns on the top of it's head that can stab threw through you if you get in the way. The person in the colorful outfit is a "Bull Fighter." he makes the bull charge at him and then he quickly moves out of the way. In this picture the bull somehow dug his head into the dirt and catapulted his back legs into the air. 

Musicians:

To all of the musicians out there this picture will be obvious. As the music plays loudly to the crowd the bull fighter/composer is dancing around the bull with the long sharp horns and keeping the beat for the orchestra. As the nimble composer leads the beautiful music he gracefully steps out of the way. The bull is not so graceful and his horns get stuck into the flat ground and his fight fly up as he gets major air. After that he lands flat on his back. His F.A.C.E. gets all full of dirt. This upsets the bull and makes him want to attack more. Although this bull is in good shape, he still doesn't need any rests.