Last SATURDAY (yes, I had to go in on the weekend), I had a writing workshop. Frisco ISD uses the 6-trait model for writing. We were asked to write during certain parts of it. I thought I would share a bit of what I wrote with you.
Prompt:
"Think of a place that is special to you. Use sensory language to write about the place."
As I sit in the scorching heat and soak in the afternoon rays, I look around me at the serene world I am in and I know I am in one of God's beautiful creations. All around me are majestic sheer rock cliffs. I can see the effects of weathering and time on their faces- layer after layer of red, brown, and rust colored rock can be seen. They stand powerfully in the midday sun, giving me hope to be strong through opposition. Down below is sparkling blue water, lapping quietly at the beach. The motion of the waves rocks the boat gently back and forth, back and forth. I zoom in on the sandy beach across the channel. Scrubby trees have found a way to burst through the opposing heat. Small lizards scamper around, searching for an unlucky bug to snatch up for lunch. There is such a peaceful feeling here in Lake Powell. All my qualms melt away with the noon day sun.
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