
15 + 14 points
Mihi by Force TheOneAndOnly
July 14th, 2009 8:05 PM
I saw this task and knew exactly what I wanted to say.
Hello I am Jeff of the Alaskan pale faces tribe of pond, large willow and stout boulder clan. (:
But I soon realized the pond had dried up due to it being mid summer and no rain for almost 3 weeks so it was more of a moist mossy mass. BUT! There were still frogs and flowers! (:
I remember my first time experiencing the feeling of arriving at this place, how my imagination ran wild and free. I chased frogs for hours, stalked grasshoppers and tracked squirrells. Good times. I've been visiting here for 11 years, every time finding myself captured in the awe of nature. I neglected to document the damage being done lately, I noticed it starting this spring, eccessive litter/ broken glass. It was heartbreaking for me realize I was the only one to hold this place sacred. This place, a pond, MY pond.

The only trace of water I could find was a small puddle inside a trench left by a four wheeler...>.>...

I spotted young froglets all over (I counted 27) and it brought me back to my 1st visit there, things were so carefree back then.

Then I ventured to the tree which is perfectly placed inside a grassy nole nestled about the birches. I recently discovered it earlier this summer and quickly grew attached to it's gnarly twists and mossy branches and a perfectly formed sitting branch. This tree is amazing. When I climb it, it reminds me of my days spent among the limbs of many other trees, playing monkey and acting out scenes from kung foo movies, I was a ninja in those days.

So my instincts drove me to climb, an old hunk of wood to some, a priceless memory to me, My tree.


Now last but not least the boulder. It has been a fav of mine ever since I moved here, there used to be a tree leaning over it but it was cut down. Now resting in amongst the rest of the plants sits a proud old rock. This rock has been a bunker to prtect me from enemy fire in many a reenactment of wars past and battles of our own against space pirate robots overtaking the land My land, MY boulder.

After 11 years and countless memories made at these locations My places, I finally realize how much I truly appreciate them.
And that my fellow players are my three picks.
Hello I am Jeff of the Alaskan pale faces tribe of pond, large willow and stout boulder clan. (:
But I soon realized the pond had dried up due to it being mid summer and no rain for almost 3 weeks so it was more of a moist mossy mass. BUT! There were still frogs and flowers! (:
I remember my first time experiencing the feeling of arriving at this place, how my imagination ran wild and free. I chased frogs for hours, stalked grasshoppers and tracked squirrells. Good times. I've been visiting here for 11 years, every time finding myself captured in the awe of nature. I neglected to document the damage being done lately, I noticed it starting this spring, eccessive litter/ broken glass. It was heartbreaking for me realize I was the only one to hold this place sacred. This place, a pond, MY pond.

The only trace of water I could find was a small puddle inside a trench left by a four wheeler...>.>...

I spotted young froglets all over (I counted 27) and it brought me back to my 1st visit there, things were so carefree back then.

Then I ventured to the tree which is perfectly placed inside a grassy nole nestled about the birches. I recently discovered it earlier this summer and quickly grew attached to it's gnarly twists and mossy branches and a perfectly formed sitting branch. This tree is amazing. When I climb it, it reminds me of my days spent among the limbs of many other trees, playing monkey and acting out scenes from kung foo movies, I was a ninja in those days.

So my instincts drove me to climb, an old hunk of wood to some, a priceless memory to me, My tree.


Now last but not least the boulder. It has been a fav of mine ever since I moved here, there used to be a tree leaning over it but it was cut down. Now resting in amongst the rest of the plants sits a proud old rock. This rock has been a bunker to prtect me from enemy fire in many a reenactment of wars past and battles of our own against space pirate robots overtaking the land My land, MY boulder.

After 11 years and countless memories made at these locations My places, I finally realize how much I truly appreciate them.
And that my fellow players are my three picks.
And if it will help at all I will make the trip back t the pond and document the damage done this year. It's almost depressing what has happened there but also shows just how resilient nature continues to show itself to be.