Set in 1931 Harlem, New, York, the inspirational tale tells the story of eight-year old Cassie Louise Lightfoot, who dreams of being able to fly and be free to set off to wherever she pleases. One night while up on the roof of her Harlem home with her family, she gets her wish when she suddenly starts soaring among the stars above the city. While on her ‘journey’ she laid claim to all the buildings in the city, including the union building where her father got denied entry because of his race. Originally a story quilt, this tale merges various storytelling and art forms such as autobiography, fictional narrative, painting, and quilt making. This is evident seeing that certain elements of the story act as alterations of the author’s own childhood…
on what we needed to do to survive on our imposing 90 mile hike through the scorching deserts, over the treacherous mountains, and the long dark forest trails of Philomont, New Mexico. He thought us how to keep the bears from getting our food by suspending it in bear bags. The ranger also told us many helpful tips. For example if you hear a humming bird put on your sun glasses because they have been known to dive bomb and get stuck in peoples eyes in witch case you would have to kill it and leave it inside your eye and wrap it up and hike on. But my encounter with the wild life was a little bit different.…
In “600 miles to Timbuktu” by Kira Salak, Kira decides to go on an long and hard journey. This took place in West Africa in 2005. What encouraged her to take on this challenge was a man by the name of Mungo Park. She wanted to do the same as Mungo Park and create history. Kira starts the journey in the city of Old Se`gou.…
This comparative essay will compare and contrast, “Cranes” by Jennifer Ackerman, and “To a Waterfowl”, by William Cullen Bryant. Both texts revolve around a fascination for birds. Text 1 is an article from National Geographic from 2004; an informative and journalistic article which targets an audience that cares for nature and their environment, and attempts to display how people can aid endangered cranes to discover their migration patterns. “Now, before they are released to the wild, they are being taught the habits of their ancestors with modern techniques pioneered by Operation Migration, an organization devoted to helping endangered birds learn…
She showed him climbing the skies where he is received by the “worlds unknown” (line 13) and also compared the reverend to mystical experiences from the Bible…
This day was quite ordinary in its beginning, but in the afternoon, the Nina pulled alongside the Santa Maria. The pilot of the Nina shouted that they just saw a tern and other tropic birds. Land must be nearby since these birds never go more than twenty-five leagues…
Their tiny chests puffed out like turkey’s and their wings like swans they let the wind carry them. And I began to think, “What if I had been on that plane?” , “You’d die.” came a reply, sharp and cold.…
During her travel, Isabella Bird encountered bizarre weather and climate patterns that both thrilled and irritated her. At one moment she would face danger in the form of inclement weather, and the next moment she would encounter sunshine and warmth.…
In 2005, the brave Kira Salak decides to travel up the Niger river alone, in a kayak. The book “600 Miles to Timbuktu”, by Kira Salak it tells all about her adventure. She started in Malain and had to go all the way to Timbuktu. The day she wanted to leave a major thunderstorm hits. Thunder booms and lightning streaks the sky. But no matter what the weather, she was going to make it to Timbuktu.…
Raven snapped out of her thoughts and decided to examine the nature since it calmed her. She watched the birds and wildlife. It was truly beautiful. “We’re here,” she heard Hugo say. Raven had fallen asleep and she didn’t even realize it.…
Travel has worn through me so thoroughly that I almost whoop when the Kariadian gate comes into view. It's taken my caravan over a month to travel here from a small village in Alkorina were I've been hiding for twelve years. Hiding from the bastard who killed my mother and elder sister. The bastard that took my home and tried to kill my family. My hands tighten on the reins of my horse.…
Around her the woods kept quiet as it were before she ever set foot inside the forests. The absence of winds had made her wary, the branches and the leaves so still that she could not help but look askance at the tall, deciduous trees. Something was amiss, she thought. The Dark Forests had never a good reputation, but there was nary an eerie feeling whenever she had ventured into the shadowy woodlands that dotted the lands of Galacor for leagues, covering a little less than half of the wide country. But today, as her feet plunged into the heart of the forest, her skin tingled at the coldness of the land, the stillness in the wind.…
Imager- “in the ecstasy of that thought they gamboled round and round, they hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. They rolled in dew, they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass, they kicked up clods of the black earth and snuffed its rich scent” (pg. 22)…
“Thing two and thing one, they ran up they ran down. On the string of one kite, we saw mothers new gown with dots that are pink, white and red. Then we saw one kite bump on the head of her bed.”…
The sun shone down brightly as Tyler and Zoe pulled into the parking lot. Its bright rays reflected by the white snow covering the trees around them. The sound of their doors opening and closing scared the few birds left in the forest. Their speedy escape shook the tree limbs. Their rustling mixed with the flapping of wings created a torrent of sound in this peaceful place.…