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the crisp wind blew softly in my hair as i walked down the many trails lined with tall oak trees, reaching for the sky.
By Jennifer England on 11.20.2014
trails, are what you walk on when your walking you can go on them when your on a bike and many other things
By Shane Novak URL on 11.20.2014
My father loves to ride his prized stallion down the beautiful dirt trails on our ranch.
By Caelan Taylor Jolley URL on 11.20.2014
i could have seen it coming.
i could have tried to stop
but i couldn’t seem to do it
the inevitable i put off.
i gathered all my energy
and tried to follow through
but in the end the trails i left
were windy and askew
i could of taken one way
but chose the other path
footstep after footstep
and the unwavering wrath
of all the things that i had done
both good, bad and in between
and as they say in this life.
not all things are what they seem
By Lovelysunnyday on 11.20.2014
We have been exploring trails up and around these hills for hours.
By Hank on 11.20.2014
Trails are similar to roads in that they are open patches of ground that can be driven on, or walked on.
By WriteFast on 11.20.2014
Trails are sort of a track left by a group of people in tall grass.
By WriteNow on 11.20.2014
He hit the trails full on while standing above the saddle of his new Specialized mountain bike. He was in a whole new world while zipping down the curvy, rugged trails.
By Patches on 11.20.2014
if you follow one trail for your entire life you will not find the end of it. you will not find what you’re looking for. you have to go off the trail into the woods, get scratched by a thorn and scare a deer along the way, because staying on the path isn’t going to make you stronger. i’m covered in thorns and i’m nowhere near the clearing but where i am is a damn good place to be.
By Ally on 11.20.2014
White trails across the sky: seventeen comets. Black trails over the fence: raccoons, and more raccoons. Banking all these, a pocketful of images to eat one at a time when I am old.
By RS Bohn URL on 11.20.2014
Close your eyes
faint traces of light
in patterns and trails
By asavas on 11.20.2014
I walked into the bedroom and and put on my bathrobe, seeing a trail of roses leading to the bathroom, I walked passed the bed into the room. A women lay on the floor, covered in nothing but flowers. I gaped, taking a step backwards. “Your mother said you didn’t have a date to go the dance with. Would you like me to be yours for tonight, little lady?”
By Oz on 11.20.2014
Its been a long journey
twist, turns ups downs
Plateaus and catapults
You cant follow the path until you find it
I’m not sure i ever did…………………..
By Reality speaks on 11.20.2014
along the path lays a tree with flowers along the sides of the walkway. The path has grass peeking through the tiles, happy at the sun’s rays. the air smells of those flowers, sweet, like perfume spicy and cool. such a calm day to sit and enjoy in this place.
By Andy on 11.20.2014
along the path we walk, trees swaying in the breeze. The air is full of the smell of fall, of the crisp leaves and dust sturring beneith us as we enjoy the autumnal sights. What a lovely path to enjoy! The sound of a creek sneeks in, and we wander towards it, seeking water.
By Lace_and_Metal on 11.20.2014
gravity trails in skybone,
where you sucked
the marrow out,
and like Lincoln logs
my spine lets go.
By Pandatry on 11.20.2014
long thin lines
coursing through the obstacles
encountered in the maelstrom
tattered worn byways of thoughts
creeps up and batter long lost
passions and diaphanous desires
By Protean on 11.20.2014
Green trees flank the tiny trail that leads up the mountain. Every step landed among tree roots and mud.
The pair was tired but the promise of the lake at the summit awaits and motivates them to continue.
By Devyn on 11.20.2014
My parents love to hike. They developed this hobby after my sister’s and I left for college and they were face with “Empty Nest Syndrome.” I have never seen my parents be as close as they are now.
By Meredith Rohwer on 11.20.2014
There are trails in a park in oregon that I really like to walk on. It gives me peace of mind when it’s just me. It’s quite calm even though there is a busy street 2 minutes from the giant hill. It’s best to walk the early morning of closer to sunset
By Emely on 11.20.2014
numerous trails that beckon you to wander… amidst trees, trodden untrodden .. known unknown.. asking you to come explore experience and then move on.. small hill stations like ooty conoor abound in such trails .. and i think the real beauty of the places is scattered through these trails.. the fresh air .. the tree lines walks.. the views.. the sun and the shade .. the small pure water streams criss crossing your path .. one just feels like losing oneself on one such trail and thus may be find oneself?
By suv on 11.20.2014
I’ve been on this trail for a while, and the path is getting narrow, but the trees still smell fine. I need to find a spot to settle down, make a nest, rest and relax.
I’m afraid that this trail will end soon, and I’ll have nowhere left to go.
By Iceman on 11.21.2014
i have a friend named trail. he travels a lot, too. this word reminds me of dust and veins. i feel big. in some strange way. language is inadequate, i reckon.
By hailey URL on 11.21.2014
It’s been a while since Stu and I geocached. I do enjoy a nice long caching trail where it’s just he and I in the wilderness walking along an abandoned footpath. I think in our quest to get numbers, we forget that the simple joy of a walk in the woods is totally worth more than a “smiley”. I hope I can get in some good walking this weekend and enjoy the trails in the park down south, because I really need to be closer to nature.
By Jennifer on 11.21.2014
i walked in the trails of Memory. She walked briskly back to places that were haunted by the ghosts of thoughts.
By Anu on 11.21.2014
It all started with my second boyfriend. There was this road at his high school called the trail. I cannot tell you how many times i wish i could walk the trail with him again. He’s an ass, yes. but i dont know, theres something about his stupidity, his high goals, his real worldness that makes me go back. I think of him often. Walking up the trail
By JLE on 11.21.2014
The old dusty trail.
It had remained untouched for centuries, which is actually a lot easier than one might think
See, the town I live in is quite magical. Normal laws don’t apply.
The trail is warded, heavily guarded and protected with some form of old ancient magic, that aren’t written in the current books of magic that they shove down your throat at school.
But now, something was wrong, very wrong.
i noticed it on my way home. There were more guards there than usual.
By Kira URL on 11.21.2014
I have walked many trails in my life some of them clearly defined and others not so clear.
By Bill O'Brien on 11.21.2014
Traces of your smell linger through the night.
And I fight to keep my eyes open.
Trails of sweat run down the small of your back.
And I feel them with the tips of my fingers.
And I grip the side of your hip.
And I feel whole.
By okay. on 11.21.2014
The trails that I saw behind my back door was evidence that someone or something had made several attempts to enter my home.
By victor URL on 11.21.2014
Footprints to follow. Whether it is a deer trail through the woods or the footsteps of Jesus as you walk in His steps following the trails he left in the Bible. A beaten path where you can see the dirt beneath your feet – and the bushes part in front of you. A place others have walked.
By Kat on 11.21.2014
If I had agreed we would have been on the trails now with the others in single file walking down into the valley. I could just see the silver line of the river down in the valley through the trees, the light reflecting up at me sharp as a knife waiting to cut me.
By Meredyth URL on 11.21.2014
The people gathered on the hill top to enjoy the starry night.
“Hey look, a shooting star!”
They watched the little orb fall from the sky, mesmerized by the faint trail of light it left behind, not noticing when the orb became a massive rock landing on their houses.
By betaveros on 11.21.2014
what will I leave in my wake, when i sleep and i take, each breath as I place, each foot before the other. foot prints in the sands of time, unwind my mind and rewind to a simpler time, reminisce a little. critical. i dunno. i hope my posterity reflect my prosperity n not my worse sides.
By Miki on 11.21.2014
In her dreams she followed the yellow brick trails.
By Caelan Taylor Jolley URL on 11.21.2014
Admiring the hard work you put into your blog and detailed information you offer.
It’s awesome to come across a blog every once in a while that isn’t the same out of date rehashed material.
Excellent read! I’ve saved your site and I’m adding your RSS feeds to
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By japanese school bags URL on 11.21.2014
I want to go horse back riding on a horse trail.
By tyler on 11.21.2014
i have many trails near my house. I like to take my dogs for a walk on their trails. They are best during the summer but a lot of people like to use them in winter for snowmobiling. It is fun to see all the nature. One time when I was walking I saw a group of people playing music. I stopped by and decided to sing with them. Now they are my best friends. We like to do a lot of different activity together on the weekend.
By Emily on 11.21.2014
Journeys in life. You have to sniff out the rabbit trails to make sure you don’t go down the wrong ones. Keep an eye and ear open for directions from your true compass, and the Lord will light the way for your feet. One foot in front of the other, slow and steady … or should I say steadfast.
By Elizabeth Noyes URL on 11.21.2014
That was the treachery. The supposed betrayl. To go it alone on the trail and shrug of any offers of “helpful” assistance. The presumption. It came from a very entitled place. But when you’re on your own – all that noise about what you should want and who you should be just floats away.
By Intuition on 11.21.2014
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