Descriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
Thick, strong oak wood was carved into curves and poles all connected to be shaped into the perfect rocking chair. It was painted a deep brown that glints gold when the sun shines on it. The armrests mold to your arms like they were carved precisely for you. It feels like your melting into chair even though it’s a stiff wooden frame. The seat cushion used to be thick and luscious but has become thinner and thinner as the years have passed. It remains tied to the chair by two thin strings that keep in attached tightly to the back of the rocker. The chair is old but the age only makes it more important and extraordinary. From this seat you can see into another world, a world filled with lush green woods, like seeing straight into the middle of the rain forest. You can see trees upon trees canopy on top of streams and watch flowers blossom before your eyes. This chair has survived hurricanes where wind tore through the porch and blizzards when it was left out in the cold until feet of snow piled on top of it. The wood is worn and the paint has long since faded away. The old tattered cushion still remains but doesn’t provide much comfort. When you sit down the chair always creaks and no matter how far away you push it, it always manages to slam against the house wall. It provides you with a great view of the driveway so you can always see the comings and goings of your friends and family. Sitting on the rocking chair provides great peace and a place to think without interruptions but if you remain there for too long the wooden frame starts to dig into your back. Although the chair has long lost the comfort it had when it was new there is an emotional comfort that will always remain attached to the chair. This chair is a representation of how I’ve grown. When I first sat in this chair my father had to lift me into it and my legs were barely as long as the seat. As I grew up I became more independent and I was able to get onto the chair
Thick, strong oak wood was carved into curves and poles all connected to be shaped into the perfect rocking chair. It was painted a deep brown that glints gold when the sun shines on it. The armrests mold to your arms like they were carved precisely for you. It feels like your melting into chair even though it’s a stiff wooden frame. The seat cushion used to be thick and luscious but has become thinner and thinner as the years have passed. It remains tied to the chair by two thin strings that keep in attached tightly to the back of the rocker. The chair is old but the age only makes it more important and extraordinary. From this seat you can see into another world, a world filled with lush green woods, like seeing straight into the middle of the rain forest. You can see trees upon trees canopy on top of streams and watch flowers blossom before your eyes. This chair has survived hurricanes where wind tore through the porch and blizzards when it was left out in the cold until feet of snow piled on top of it. The wood is worn and the paint has long since faded away. The old tattered cushion still remains but doesn’t provide much comfort. When you sit down the chair always creaks and no matter how far away you push it, it always manages to slam against the house wall. It provides you with a great view of the driveway so you can always see the comings and goings of your friends and family. Sitting on the rocking chair provides great peace and a place to think without interruptions but if you remain there for too long the wooden frame starts to dig into your back. Although the chair has long lost the comfort it had when it was new there is an emotional comfort that will always remain attached to the chair. This chair is a representation of how I’ve grown. When I first sat in this chair my father had to lift me into it and my legs were barely as long as the seat. As I grew up I became more independent and I was able to get onto the chair