Only Tree On The Island example essay topic

Descriptive Her Place She knew where to turn when she saw the line of trees leading to the path. The trees had been there for as long as she could remember, probably fourteen or fifteen years, before her little brother had been born, and she when was still an only child. For a while she had been her daddy's "little boy", too, and this was their favorite fishing spot. This was a place she had gone over the years just to sit, think, and admire the beauty surrounding her. This hidden island was her private spot; it had been forever, and it would be for years to come. The road to get there could only spotted by a trained eye.

It had become more and more worn over the years, and she decided to borrow her husband's truck to go down the narrow grass man-made land bridge instead of chancing her sports car. The overgrown trail was unforgiving as she bounced down the entrance to a large piece of flatland about the size of a football field and surrounded by water; its only connection with the rest of the world was the path behind her. She pulled the truck around the same way her dad had and parked in the same spot had on all their trips years before. The only tree on the island shaded the truck, and a cool breeze on an early autumn day hit her face as she stepped out. She could tell right away, by the smell, that the grass had been freshly mown. She sat Indian style under the big tree.

Kernels fell softly around her after birds resting above had eaten their share of whatever was inside. She did not mind the falling kernels and listened to the birds all around the lake calling to each other. It was calming as always, and she was comforted as she listened to the different calls and wondered what they were all talking about this beautiful morning. Behind her and across a small canal that met back up with the land bridge, an old man wearing all white was cutting his grass; he had lived in the house right at the entrance to this place since she was a little girl. She nodded his way, knowing this was probably who had just cut the grass on her island, and she was grateful to him. On the side of the island her dad and she had once fished, the grass was still kept short even after all these years.

All the other banks were covered with grasses grown tall, almost hiding the island from the surrounding neighborhood. Back to her left, if she looked really hard, she could see her first play friend's house. They used to be able to see her friend's mom standing in their backyard as she called them to dinner, but the trees had grown over the years, and now the house was mostly hidden and the porch was no longer visible. The lake looked small from this spot. She could only see narrow canals about thirty yards across, but she knew that just about a block away these canals originated from a huge open freshwater lake that spread almost two miles into a nearby neighborhood. There, the giant lake was complete with a boat ramp and numerous backyard docks, but from her island, the few docks she could see across the water were rundown and probably no longer used.

She still thought the aged wood, matured by weather, added to the beauty of bright yellow and purple wildflowers and hundreds of different plants lining the shores all around her. She watched the old sea oats, over twenty-five feet high, swaying lightly, and right down from those were even more beautiful giant plants growing right up from the water, tall bright green stalks with hanging magnolia like white flowers. Dragon flies, butterflies and all kinds of little buzzing, flying insects, too busy to notice her, were gliding over the water and hovering above the land. She took a deep breath and thought she could almost smell the salt from the nearby Gulf. After looking at her watch, she stood, brushed off her legs, and slipped back on her favorite blue flip flops.

The trip back up the narrow strip of land was a little better than the way down. She had had the perfect Saturday morning at her favorite place and knew this calming and memorable spot would stay her secret refuge until that old but faithful bridge washed away.