Every so often I would like to share writing I've been doing at school.
Constructive criticism would be nice, no tomatos.
This is the LeTourneau clock tower it lies in the middle of the campus.
This paragraph is from a descriptive writing assignment.
You have to imagine a sunny but cool autumn breezy day.
This is the only picture I could find of the tower. I wahooed it from a fellow student.
The Bench
I sat upon a bench by the clock tower. Shadows and light danced through the waving trees throwing their reflection on the ground and sidewalk. The color of the brick flickered as the sun shone. Golden, then red, golden, then maroon the hues changing with the wind. The breeze caressing my hands and neck giving me a quiet but exhilarating chill as the sun shone on my face like a warm heating pad. I forgot about my stuffy nose, the white droppings of the birds on the tower bells and my achy body. Everything came together in that moment and I was still and knew God.
A bit cheesy perhaps but my first foray into this type of writing.
Larry
