This week, the only writing assignment my son had to do was a simple description of a favorite place. He knew it was due today, but put it off until just before dinner. Anyway, living up to his wise guy reputation, he produced this interesting piece of work (the place about which he’s writing, no one knows…..not even the author, lol). I love this kid! 
Vast Mountains
Behind vast mountains, and through valleys, whose streams flow like molten gold, are fields. Fields, that crash, splash, and flow like waves of the ocean. The sky vomited a gift of flowers upon the fields, and the fields embrace the intense color. The wind, as if to be swimming through the ocean, gusts throughout. Everything dances, and sways, to the songs the wind sings. The sun gladly presents its rays unto the earth. The trees reach to grab the skies and to grab the sun. The aroma of the mist from the stream, reaches far throughout the valley. Slowly backtracking, we meet the mountain’s steep cliffs. Angels with slingshots, hurled boulders onto the side of the mountain, and now they forever rest. The cliff’s steep overhangs act as a ramp unto the valley. Slowly, as the sun begins its travels, the sky becomes dark. All the trees and flowers fade into a deep sleep. Everything is silent. Day’s brother approaches. His name is Night.
