Fantasy- Part 1

            It was an early Saturday morning as I woke to the sounds of the tree’s branches lightly tap against my window. I could feel the warm spring sun sneak in and the wind breeze through carrying the scent of the first fresh cut grass. With the winter finally leaving us, I knew the first warm day would be perfect to spend outside beneath the trees. When I was younger, my cousins and I would love spending our days wandering through the woods that stretched out behind our houses. With no neighbors in sight, we felt we had found our own kingdom. So on this beautiful day, I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed a book, and headed down the old path that leads behind the house.

            I walked along what was once the dirt trail formed by active footsteps, and which now was overgrown and tangled with vines. As I got further and further from the safety of green grass on my lawn, I began to remember the feelings of all of us cousins running rampant in the woods pretending to be kings and queens and have our own forts. We would always return to the sounds of our mothers calling us back for dinner and would shed our childish ideas in the woods until our next visit.

            I passed the old rock bed, piles of chopped wood, and down the slope that led to the flat shade protected area where our imaginations would run wild. With high hopes, I began to wade through the high grass to find the old fort we attempted to build to resemble a real house. I looked left only to see grass and trees, and looked right to only see more of the same. I began to give up, understanding it was childish to believe our fort would stay standing, when I saw matted grass off in the distance resembling what looked like a trail.

            I walked a little closer seeing a distinct trail that almost glittered in the sun, illuminated through the gap in the trees. It had lilies lining the sides as if someone had planted them.  I approached cautiously, knowing that no one has ever lived in these woods but me, and began to feel panic rise up my legs from my running shoes. A million thoughts cluttered my mind, questioning whom and why would be so deep behind my house in our woods? Why are they here and what are they doing? I crept behind the trees closest to the unknown path.  So focused on remaining unseen, I felt my breathing take over a low silent exisitence and kept my eyes targeted straight ahead for any sign of movement.

            After a few minutes of this, right as I leaned back from the tree I had been hiding behind, I felt it. The warm huff of breath on my neck sending my hair flying, and the strong, thick nudge of something into my back. Cautiously and almost statue like, I began sidestepping until completely turned around, terrified of what I might find. To my amazement, a gorgeous horse was inches from my face. It had a long brown face and thick body with a white spot. It had a long dark black mane that flowed naturally off to the side. It stood gently, watching me watch him. I knew we had our fair share of animals but I had never seen a wild horse mixed among the turkeys, coyotes, raccoons, and deer that often crossed our yard. I carefully raised my hand to touch him, and with a soft nudge of his head, I ran my head along his silky brown hair. Since I was young, I had been an avid horse rider and a dedicated horse lover. They had always amazed me. So as I stood petting this beauty, I had forgotten completely about the path, my book that fell to the ground upon the horses’ arrival, and the reason as to why this creature would be in the woods. As I walked around the horse and closer to its high muscular shoulders, it lowered it front half quickly, balancing its body on its standing hind legs and bent front legs. I took a step back never having seen this behavior before and with my movement the horse lowered even more and whined loudly tossing its head my direction.  It whined again, beckoning me closer, and I stepped forward placing my hand on its shoulder to calm the noise. It tilted its head again and tossed it up in the air, inviting me. As crazy as it sounds, I could sense the animal’s thoughts. And as crazy as it was, I swung one leg over the horses back and carefully glided into a position on its back I hadn’t sat in for years. As soon as I did this, the animal stood regaining power on all four legs and took off for the path. I held on tightly exhausting all of the power in my legs to keep me on, and tried to let the worry of where we were going not take over the ride.

            Breathlessly, I rode, unaware of direction or distance until the horse began to slow, and as he did, I had to open my eyes so wide to the sight unraveling before them. We had reached a clearing in the trees, where thousands of animals were gathered co-habitating like people at a campsite. There were deer, coyotes, wild turkeys, raccoons, turkey vultures, and groundhogs doting the landscape. The horse walked steadily among them, carrying me through. We passed a family of deer that were busy eating part of a blue hydrangea bush I recognized from my front yard. We passed two raccoons that had a small bag of garbage, from which I saw my leftover blueberry pie remnants of last night’s dessert. We rode past deer who stopped to look at us, one of which who bowed his head showing just one antler, not two reminding me of the antler I found stuck in twist of old apple tree just last week.

            This went on for some time as I rode through this collection of animals recognizing bits and pieces of my own life in theirs. They never once faltered or ran or tried to stop us. In fact, they welcomed us, some following along and others bowing their heads or making a noise as we passed.  As I began to look closer, I noticed the turkeys waddling around with an old green soccer ball that I knew unmistakably was my cousins and supposedly lost in the woods. I saw the groundhogs playing cards on what looked like benches made from the woodpile by the house. And finally, the horses, all gathered together with their heads bowed down to an old boom box us kids used to bring into the woods with us. There it sat in the middle of the animal kingdom playing the Beastie Boys tape we had forgotten in the fort so many years ago.

This is the first three-quarters of my story as I began to get carried away into my own world and unaware of where I wanted to take it. I like the active process of fantasy writing as you find yourself taking bits and pieces of your experiences and then twisting them or using them as elements of your stories. It becomes a powerful output for students to escape and truly "write" with no limitations. I also made the last paragraph bold as I realized this is when the "true" fantasy elements come into place and need to be reworked.

Writing History

I remember her perfectly manicured nails and how she expected perfectly manicured essays. It was not the content she acknowledged but the format in which they were completed. Then I remember walking into his AP English class and having the chair pulled out from underneath me. We read countless books and poems and wrote in any format and just wrote constantly. He both appraised our work and picked it apart. However, senior year in the midst of my senior-itis, he gave us something I will never forget. Our final project was to be anything we wished to write and however we chose to write it. A lifelong friend and I chose a compilation of lyrics and as seen below, painted our words to be forever read on the wall of our classroom. How's that for an authentic audience? I never felt my "writing" have so much power.

Final Copy

Painting the landscape pink,

Buds of fleeting, pastel flowers.

Honeybees stop to dote,

Millions of apple blossoms.

Roots reaching deep beneath the soil,

Planted by grandfathers here before us.

Each branch embodying the history

Of our nostalgic family tree.

Apple aroma lingers in the air,

Sweet and tenderly baking.

Hiding the secret recipes,

Of a hundred years before.

A grandmother’s house standing strong of stone,

Two brothers dedicated to the soil,

Creating to each his own.

Chicken coups once bustling with life,

Stand weathering the ride.

Tractors create the soundtrack,

To a farm very much alive.

A father’s sturdy hands made strong by the land,

Tending to soil, praying for rain.

Cousins who grew beneath the shade of the trees,

Bonded forever by the air that we breathe.

Painting the landscape green with a thousand healthy trees,

What you have given us you may never know,

The appreciation for nature and all that it grows.

A future as promising as a new apples’ buds,

A history fulfilled by those that we love.

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A father's strong sturdy hands weathered bt age,
tending to soil, praying for rain.
Cousins who grew beneath the shade of the trees,
Bonded forever by the air that we breathe.

What you have given us you may never know,
The appreciation for nature and all that it grows.
A history as promising as a new apples buds and
A future fufilled by those that we love.

Family Trees

Painting the landscape pink,

A view of fleeting, pastel flowers.

Honeybees stop to dote,

Millions of apple blossoms.

Roots reaching deep beneath the soil,

Planted by grandfathers here before us.

Each branch carrying the history

Of our nostalgic family tree.

Apple aroma lingers in the air,

Sweet and tenderly baking.

Hiding the secret recipes,

Of a hundred years before.

A grandmother’s house standing strong of stone,

Two brothers dedicated to the soil,

Creating to each his own.

Chicken coups once bustling with life,

Stand weathering the ride.

Tractors create the soundtrack

To a farm very much alive,

Painting the landscape green

With a thousand healthy trees. 

A Teenage Musical

There’s music in my veins

And I just can’t hear the beat

The record keeps playing over

The song is on repeat

The voice is getting louder

But I still can’t seem to sing

My body moves without me

It is it’s own king

I dance to the rhythm

But to my own defeat

I cant slow down the motion

I just can’t take a seat.

As the music quickens

I begin to hear the song

The guitar pulls my heartstrings

And I realize I knew it all along,

There’s music in my veins

And I know just what it is,

It’s the soundtrack that i've chosen

To go along with his.

And next time I choose a beat

I will play it loud and clear

It will be my own song

Played loud enough for him to hear.

Feature Article

Coffee Overload

By Margo Salinger

Have you noticed how a Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks has seemed to pop up on every corner? Local coffee shops have doubled in numbers, and bottled coffee drinks are flying off the shelves.  The National coffee Association found in 2000 that 54% of the U.S. adult population drinks coffee daily. But just how much coffee is too much?

How does Coffee Work?

  Coffee is said to give us an energy jolt, keeping us awake and moving during our overloaded days. But what makes coffee work? Caffeine, the main ingredient, is a natural product found in coffee beans.  Caffeine stimulates the central nervous system by blocking adenosine, a neurotransmitter that normally causes a calming effect in the body. (OverCaffeinated.org, 2008).  Because of this block, our adrenal glands pump adrenaline giving us that boost. The boost consists of a faster heart rate, tightened muscles and extra glucose in the blood.

Caffeine and its Effect on the Body : The Downside

As I stand in line for my afternoon coffee, I wonder how much is too much? What are the benefits and downsides of my coffee consumption?  Along with millions of Americans, my body is being altered by the caffeine stimulant in the coffee. This stimulant can become addictive and due to its effects on the body, make one become jittery and anxious.  Another downside of coffee is its ability to wear off, causing consumers to experience a “low” or withdrawal.   

Sleep issues are also a side effect of too much coffee as our body can not naturally calm ourselves, therefore shortening our sleep time and ultimately, making us abuse our coffee consumption the day following. Finally, a small percentage of our population should be aware to avoid coffee consumption if they already have an increased heart beat or are pregnant due to it’s effect on the body systems.

Caffeine and its Effect on the Body: The Upside

Good News! Caffeine is said to speed up metabolism. Also, as Elizabeth Scott writes for Stress Management on About.com, it can help the body break down fat about 30% more efficiently if consumed prior to exercise. Additionally, caffeine can keep blood sugar levels elevated, leaving you feeling less hungry (Scott, 2007).

Looking for even better news? Professor’s house, an online journal published an article entitled “Health Effects of Coffee” which stated, new therapeutic uses of caffeine and coffee are being introduced to health care practices. Premature babies and newborns that have undergone surgery are given caffeine to stimulate breathing, and it is thought that caffeine can be used to help asthma patients because it works to dilate airways (Professor’s House).

So How Much Is too Much?

 So far research has not provided us coffee drinkers with a set amount that’s safe to drink. However, be wise coffee connoisseur, Elizabeth Scotts warns us that risk of physical dependence that can come with four cups of coffee or more each day (Scott, 2007.)   The American Heart Association says that moderate coffee drinking (one or two cups per day) does not seem to be harmful for most people.

So order up a Venti Latte this morning and cheers your barista, for coffee lovers unite to continue the cycle. With fair advisement, coffee does alter your body, both good and bad, and more importantly, alters your wallet.

Works Cited:

Caffeine and It’s Effects on the Body. Retrieved  Wednesday, April 6, 2011

from http://www.overcaffeinated.org/effects-of-caffeine-on-the-body.php

Health Effects of Coffee. Retrieved April 6, 2011, from Publisher’s House,http://www.professorshouse.com/Food-Beverage/Beverages/Hot-Drinks/Articles/Health-Effects-of-Coffee/.

Scott, Elizabeth, M.S (2001, November 1) Stress and Your Health: Is Caffeine Your Friend or Your Foe? Retrieved from http://stress.about.com/od/stresshealth/a/caffeine.htm.

Spend my days

I will spend my days writing beneath the trees and a warm spring’s sun.

Bask in the laughter and company of an old friend.

Dance in celebration and twirl to set free,

My mind and body bottled since the winters freeze set in.

Play the music, start the record over

Live for the moment and never give in.

Here is now, and nothing is forever,

So turn up the music and sing a little louder.

For spring has sprung and the soundtrack has shifted,

And the guitar brings us a back to a place we remember.

 And into the summer the lightning storms warn,

That each day of summer is another summer gone.

As the first of the fall leaves fall to the ground,

We thicken our skin for another go-round.

We battle the brisk air and zip up our coats,

And mentally prepare for the dark winter months.