by Mac Litishin, Class of ’14
In English class we’ve been exploring imagery, simile, and metaphor. Here’s a class writing exercise by one of the ninth grade students:
“The air was colder than arctic ice. The white pines were as tall as mountains and were spaced far apart. The buck was ahead of me, but the trail was still fresh. I saw a heap of dung lying on the ground, like beans under a dry vine. I was glad, for I knew that I would find him bedded down for night soon. I would wait till morning though, to make the final chase. The last night of the hunt is the most exciting – filled with joy and sadness, as I say farewell to the life I have known for the past year.”