wilderness dog walking leaves dirt shade company hiking activity excersise nature trees wandering fun rain sun .
bob phaneuf
He can’t let them leave him behind, no matter how much he wants to. He has to follow, trailing behind them like a little lost puppy. He’s not competent and he’s not helpful. He’s just there.
Until the monster jumps out and tries to get Sam, and he pulls the man out of the way and jumps in front of it, shouting at them to run. Then he’s useful, and he dies glad to have a purpose.
Bee Davis
I follow the trail, without knowing where it will take me. I trust the trail. I know it will take me where I need to go. It always has.
Andy
nature trails scare me. I think of madmen and bears. I want to dwell on nature on its beuty but society has tainted that for me. It drives me nuts. But I guess can be nice i think.
amalia gurko
She wandered through the woods, following the twisting trail to wherever it lead her. Sometimes she would come across forks in the road but she just let her feet decide. The trees loomed large, lurching and leaning over the trail and though some may see them as ominous, she saw them as glorious.
Maria
i walked on the trail with my boyfriend of two years, loving holding his hand.
as we walked we took note of all of nature’s beauty at that moment. it seemed like the world was created for us the way the sun shimmered through the trees, the way the wind blew softly ruffling our hair.
a little mouse scampered across our path looking curiously up at us and then darted back in the leaves.
days like this made me appreciate my life so much.
nicole
oh always on a little trail dusting dirt and skimming little stones over rocks and digging worms under me and snakes peering below and always minding that Im food to someone else
Aviv Cohn
the little mouse was far behind now, following the others’ tiny footprints in the snow. but he wasn’t lost, not yet.
parks
wow. trail. the lakers trailed by as many as 39 points in their finals game with the celtics. it was madness. ray allen shot seven consecutive three-point shots. well, i’m rambling. i’m just bitched about what’s happening with me. i’ll have to check on my trail.
aaron
trail mix is tasty, but it depends on what kind of trail mix. Trails in general lead you to a place, whether it is desired or not desired, that is why I’m no longer having nuts in my trail mix, because the path it lead me on was allergic reaction in which I embarrassed myself in front of my entire office.
Liam
trewtrsets
dfsdfs
I once went down a trail with a flying spaghetti monster. The monster proceded to eat my penis while looking at a porno magazine. It was rather weird and once I became fed up with spaghetti sauce on my genitalia I quickly packed up my things and left the fantasy land I had stumbled upon (hahaha) known as oneword.
Ryan
india trailing by 160 runs in the first inning
ankita
He says one way, he says the other. Either way; either trail i take will lead me to suffer. Wherever i go, i see confusion. WHICH PATH DO I TAKE? I don’t know! will someone lead me, show me the way?? I’m confused someonew tyell me where to go, i cant take it, its ruining me, shjredding me to pieces. these decisions, they torture me, kill me, break me into something weaker. Although u’d never know, cuz i hide it inside me, nobody knows the real me, no one understands.
Michelle G
Trail.
My path.
Through the woods, into the woods…running, just because (not for exercise). It’s quiet and exciting and a little scary…anything could happen. Do I stay on the trail or not? Even the trail is adventurous in the woods.
I understand why people have been fascinated with the woods for all of time, here.
Becca
There are wonderful trails in Schenley Park in Pittsburgh. My kids call them the spooky woods, but there is nothing spooky about them. Plants, flowers, fungus, butterflies, birds, and chipmunks abound. They are a summer staple for us.
John Leavitt
when I think of all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met and the things I’ve thought, I lose track. I feel old. I feel it all slipping away. I wish there was a way to mark it. To trace it. To find that trail again…..
Jeremy
trail of clouds across the sky
chipmunk
banana slug
redwoods
tide pools
mix
love in tents
ocean
tc
the trail of his presence was inevitable. the trail of everyones presence is. no matte how hard we try, there is always a trail, always proof of our being somewhere. it may be difficult to find, but its stll there. theres nothing we can do without leaving behind a trail.
laura
The trail of tears stretched from hell to heaven and back again. The demoness twitched her tail as her teas fell like comets from the night skies, her trouble beckoning like a dark omen in both heart and the cosmos.
“Why does it have to be like this?”
Lucifer laughed. “Because it always is, sweetie.”
“Damn you!”
He laughed harder. “You cannot escape me, succubus. Never.”
“SOmedday.”
John Miller
They walked along the winding road until they came upon the tree that they had seen in the vision. It was grey-blue with gigantic limbs jutting out from every angle. So large was the trunk, they believed it must have been planted.
bg
she followed the path, not knowing why she was going where it followed. Across the mountains, by the river, she walked the dirty trail. Her hair was wet with rain.
tam
everybody went on the trail and then the bears came and ate them. They should never have gone on the bear trail without a gun. or with meat in their pockets. The danger of the bear trail is well known.
Mary
eating lunch. food for thought, thought for food. i have so much i could be doing, should be doing. life is crazy. there is so much to think about and do, and see and want and hear and contemplate. wow, how blessed am i that i can even write and read and i really should do something good in the world because afterall, what better than to give a gift to someone who has less. most people have less. i am so blessed.
Faith
Bike trails are the best, you can get fun out of biking and exercise, strengthen a relationship or make new friends. It’s also a good think to enjoy trail mixes when you are biking!
Yay
corina
walk fast. the lane is swallowed in the roots of unseen life. I am waiting for the blades to disguise
Matt Trease
as i watch the trail of that little paw, I wonder where that cute puppy went and if the owner would have the same common interest as me. Wouldn’t that be something, to meet some guy who has a cute little puppy and amazingly have the common interest as me. we could be an amazing couple.
Na
Lagging behind the man whose arm hung slack at his side, like it was dead, I started to breathe heavy as questions filled my head.
Why was he at the funeral?
Who was he?
What did he whisper in Roger’s cold, mortuary gray ear?
Why did he look me in the eye as he passed where I was seated in the third pew?
As soon as brushed through the church door, I felt compelled to chase him.
Erik Smetana
Running, feeling the broken, twisted braches strike my face, I risked a look backward. Nothing was there now, but I couldn’t risk stopping, or even slowing down. The trail might end at any point.
David
Its a long trail through life and I can’t help but wonder if the universe has a cookie for the mind that eats the wisdom of the ancient crime. I can’t help but wander where I shouldn’t wander and drink what I shouldn’t drink and take the pills that make me ponder, and baby I’m on the brink. Now give me something new.
Dr3w
There was a trail in the woods in Oregon that nobody ever went down. How could the trail even be there if nobody ever travels it? It should’ve grown over long ago but it stays there, open, visible from the main road.
I always meant to go down that way.
Will
down a path free muddy water woodlands butch metro parks camping with family and friends a place that leads to nowhere wood cabin small clearings unknown ending winding up and down rocks
sue
this word makes me think of glen helen in Yellow Springs. it is so peaceful and shady on those trails. the limestone and the water have a restorative effect on a person. an owl lives there.
Ozzie
i was walking down the trail in the observation area with my kids and took wonderful pictures of them catching caterpillars the trail led down to the water and we threw rocks into the lake.
kate
sometimes i eat trial mix on the trail. because then it feel authentic. sometimes i push people down the hill and they land on a never before seen trail, and it takes us to a magic land where there is candy, and nice bumblebees, and coffee for everyone. sometimes the trail leads to a cave , and one time, i found a baby in a cave at the end of the trail.
solidslogic
Down the old dusty trail was the building we all came to hate, to loathe. Too many people died in the structure while it stood as an open invite to folks to enter. Now, even in its charred state, it calls to me, beckons me to the hell that follows.
AJ Brown
the trail was long, narrow and winding; up the side of the mountain i continued, my breath growing shorter, my knees starting to buckle; would i be able to make it; did i have enough stamina left in me
Jen M
the trail was long and thin, winding away from my feet. It twisted around a knarled stump and then ran on. I looked up and felt the rain on my face like tears. This was it. It was finally going to be over. Either I would come out alive, or I wouldn’t, but it would finally be over.
Anne
trail reminds me of trail mix…raisins, chocolate, nuts eating as you move along through the woods from shady place to the next bit of shade hoping the hot sun won’t stay too long on the top of your head in this wonderful June day in the mountains of north Carolina. Just too few days to enjoy the sweat dripping from your forhead with nothing on your mind but the next step on the trail…
bebe
We walked down the trail. Pines loomed overhead, rustling as the wind moved through needles. Underfoot, rocks crunched beneath our feet. An opening in the forest ahead suggested we approached a valley. But when we finally broke out of the trees, no one was prepared for the vista that lay before us.
Far off, many miles at least, a range of dusky lavender mountains cut the horizon. Close in front of us, the silver snake of a river flowed in and out of view between heavily forested banks. In the middle distance, a town sprawled over rolling hills, smoke rising from chimneys and workers plainly visible in the field.
We clapped each other on the shoulders and capered gleefully. Our trek had almost ended. Soon the lead hikers eagerly began trooping down the hill to the river. We followed, no less eagerly, but still I looked back at the pines and, for a moment, wished I still walked through their shadow, and that the journey was only beginning.
wilderness dog walking leaves dirt shade company hiking activity excersise nature trees wandering fun rain sun .
He can’t let them leave him behind, no matter how much he wants to. He has to follow, trailing behind them like a little lost puppy. He’s not competent and he’s not helpful. He’s just there.
Until the monster jumps out and tries to get Sam, and he pulls the man out of the way and jumps in front of it, shouting at them to run. Then he’s useful, and he dies glad to have a purpose.
I follow the trail, without knowing where it will take me. I trust the trail. I know it will take me where I need to go. It always has.
nature trails scare me. I think of madmen and bears. I want to dwell on nature on its beuty but society has tainted that for me. It drives me nuts. But I guess can be nice i think.
She wandered through the woods, following the twisting trail to wherever it lead her. Sometimes she would come across forks in the road but she just let her feet decide. The trees loomed large, lurching and leaning over the trail and though some may see them as ominous, she saw them as glorious.
i walked on the trail with my boyfriend of two years, loving holding his hand.
as we walked we took note of all of nature’s beauty at that moment. it seemed like the world was created for us the way the sun shimmered through the trees, the way the wind blew softly ruffling our hair.
a little mouse scampered across our path looking curiously up at us and then darted back in the leaves.
days like this made me appreciate my life so much.
oh always on a little trail dusting dirt and skimming little stones over rocks and digging worms under me and snakes peering below and always minding that Im food to someone else
the little mouse was far behind now, following the others’ tiny footprints in the snow. but he wasn’t lost, not yet.
wow. trail. the lakers trailed by as many as 39 points in their finals game with the celtics. it was madness. ray allen shot seven consecutive three-point shots. well, i’m rambling. i’m just bitched about what’s happening with me. i’ll have to check on my trail.
trail mix is tasty, but it depends on what kind of trail mix. Trails in general lead you to a place, whether it is desired or not desired, that is why I’m no longer having nuts in my trail mix, because the path it lead me on was allergic reaction in which I embarrassed myself in front of my entire office.
trewtrsets
I once went down a trail with a flying spaghetti monster. The monster proceded to eat my penis while looking at a porno magazine. It was rather weird and once I became fed up with spaghetti sauce on my genitalia I quickly packed up my things and left the fantasy land I had stumbled upon (hahaha) known as oneword.
india trailing by 160 runs in the first inning
He says one way, he says the other. Either way; either trail i take will lead me to suffer. Wherever i go, i see confusion. WHICH PATH DO I TAKE? I don’t know! will someone lead me, show me the way?? I’m confused someonew tyell me where to go, i cant take it, its ruining me, shjredding me to pieces. these decisions, they torture me, kill me, break me into something weaker. Although u’d never know, cuz i hide it inside me, nobody knows the real me, no one understands.
Trail.
My path.
Through the woods, into the woods…running, just because (not for exercise). It’s quiet and exciting and a little scary…anything could happen. Do I stay on the trail or not? Even the trail is adventurous in the woods.
I understand why people have been fascinated with the woods for all of time, here.
There are wonderful trails in Schenley Park in Pittsburgh. My kids call them the spooky woods, but there is nothing spooky about them. Plants, flowers, fungus, butterflies, birds, and chipmunks abound. They are a summer staple for us.
when I think of all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met and the things I’ve thought, I lose track. I feel old. I feel it all slipping away. I wish there was a way to mark it. To trace it. To find that trail again…..
trail of clouds across the sky
chipmunk
banana slug
redwoods
tide pools
mix
love in tents
ocean
the trail of his presence was inevitable. the trail of everyones presence is. no matte how hard we try, there is always a trail, always proof of our being somewhere. it may be difficult to find, but its stll there. theres nothing we can do without leaving behind a trail.
The trail of tears stretched from hell to heaven and back again. The demoness twitched her tail as her teas fell like comets from the night skies, her trouble beckoning like a dark omen in both heart and the cosmos.
“Why does it have to be like this?”
Lucifer laughed. “Because it always is, sweetie.”
“Damn you!”
He laughed harder. “You cannot escape me, succubus. Never.”
“SOmedday.”
They walked along the winding road until they came upon the tree that they had seen in the vision. It was grey-blue with gigantic limbs jutting out from every angle. So large was the trunk, they believed it must have been planted.
she followed the path, not knowing why she was going where it followed. Across the mountains, by the river, she walked the dirty trail. Her hair was wet with rain.
everybody went on the trail and then the bears came and ate them. They should never have gone on the bear trail without a gun. or with meat in their pockets. The danger of the bear trail is well known.
eating lunch. food for thought, thought for food. i have so much i could be doing, should be doing. life is crazy. there is so much to think about and do, and see and want and hear and contemplate. wow, how blessed am i that i can even write and read and i really should do something good in the world because afterall, what better than to give a gift to someone who has less. most people have less. i am so blessed.
Bike trails are the best, you can get fun out of biking and exercise, strengthen a relationship or make new friends. It’s also a good think to enjoy trail mixes when you are biking!
Yay
walk fast. the lane is swallowed in the roots of unseen life. I am waiting for the blades to disguise
as i watch the trail of that little paw, I wonder where that cute puppy went and if the owner would have the same common interest as me. Wouldn’t that be something, to meet some guy who has a cute little puppy and amazingly have the common interest as me. we could be an amazing couple.
Lagging behind the man whose arm hung slack at his side, like it was dead, I started to breathe heavy as questions filled my head.
Why was he at the funeral?
Who was he?
What did he whisper in Roger’s cold, mortuary gray ear?
Why did he look me in the eye as he passed where I was seated in the third pew?
As soon as brushed through the church door, I felt compelled to chase him.
Running, feeling the broken, twisted braches strike my face, I risked a look backward. Nothing was there now, but I couldn’t risk stopping, or even slowing down. The trail might end at any point.
Its a long trail through life and I can’t help but wonder if the universe has a cookie for the mind that eats the wisdom of the ancient crime. I can’t help but wander where I shouldn’t wander and drink what I shouldn’t drink and take the pills that make me ponder, and baby I’m on the brink. Now give me something new.
There was a trail in the woods in Oregon that nobody ever went down. How could the trail even be there if nobody ever travels it? It should’ve grown over long ago but it stays there, open, visible from the main road.
I always meant to go down that way.
down a path free muddy water woodlands butch metro parks camping with family and friends a place that leads to nowhere wood cabin small clearings unknown ending winding up and down rocks
this word makes me think of glen helen in Yellow Springs. it is so peaceful and shady on those trails. the limestone and the water have a restorative effect on a person. an owl lives there.
i was walking down the trail in the observation area with my kids and took wonderful pictures of them catching caterpillars the trail led down to the water and we threw rocks into the lake.
sometimes i eat trial mix on the trail. because then it feel authentic. sometimes i push people down the hill and they land on a never before seen trail, and it takes us to a magic land where there is candy, and nice bumblebees, and coffee for everyone. sometimes the trail leads to a cave , and one time, i found a baby in a cave at the end of the trail.
Down the old dusty trail was the building we all came to hate, to loathe. Too many people died in the structure while it stood as an open invite to folks to enter. Now, even in its charred state, it calls to me, beckons me to the hell that follows.
the trail was long, narrow and winding; up the side of the mountain i continued, my breath growing shorter, my knees starting to buckle; would i be able to make it; did i have enough stamina left in me
the trail was long and thin, winding away from my feet. It twisted around a knarled stump and then ran on. I looked up and felt the rain on my face like tears. This was it. It was finally going to be over. Either I would come out alive, or I wouldn’t, but it would finally be over.
trail reminds me of trail mix…raisins, chocolate, nuts eating as you move along through the woods from shady place to the next bit of shade hoping the hot sun won’t stay too long on the top of your head in this wonderful June day in the mountains of north Carolina. Just too few days to enjoy the sweat dripping from your forhead with nothing on your mind but the next step on the trail…
We walked down the trail. Pines loomed overhead, rustling as the wind moved through needles. Underfoot, rocks crunched beneath our feet. An opening in the forest ahead suggested we approached a valley. But when we finally broke out of the trees, no one was prepared for the vista that lay before us.
Far off, many miles at least, a range of dusky lavender mountains cut the horizon. Close in front of us, the silver snake of a river flowed in and out of view between heavily forested banks. In the middle distance, a town sprawled over rolling hills, smoke rising from chimneys and workers plainly visible in the field.
We clapped each other on the shoulders and capered gleefully. Our trek had almost ended. Soon the lead hikers eagerly began trooping down the hill to the river. We followed, no less eagerly, but still I looked back at the pines and, for a moment, wished I still walked through their shadow, and that the journey was only beginning.