Pages tagged with Woods

Dad gave each of the team members an assignment and they are in the park searching for the bad guys. Miss Darcy is flying above the trees and Spike is jumping from tree to tree. Everybody is working undercover to bring the bad guys down.
Dad and the team found one of the hideouts and discovered some of the stolen purses. Dad is calling a team meeting to fill everyone in on what the authorities are saying. Dad believes the team has the bad guys on the run. It's just a matter of time before they bring peace back to t...
Dad, Molly, Robert and Rusty went out searching for the underground tunnel. They walked along the old railroad tracks for awhile and then turned onto a path that took them to a waterfall and then to the tunnel. When everything was cleared Robert and Molly went inside but it was obvi...
Clarissa, Katie, Maggie and Miss Darcy decided to invite Spike to join the team. He was smart and fast and they decided he'd be an asset to the team. Spike spent a lot of time in the woods and he could spot a bad guy faster than anyone else. He was in the process of gathering nuts ...
Clarissa is back from her walk in the woods. During her walk she overheard two guys talking about a heist. She wasn't sure if it was something they heard on the news or if they were planning a heist themselves. Clarissa also met a new friend in the woods. He was a squirrel and his...
Dad's clue turned out to be a homeless guy down on his luck. After talking to the guy the team left for home. It was early in the morning and they all needed rest. Spending a night in the dark park was unnerving for Milly and she was going home to sleep. The team went their separa...
A poem that I wrote a while ago after a day of being in nature. Comments are open.
This is about some wood that's cut into broads and shows you what you can do with it.
An introduction to me, Maggles. I hope you will Begin to get to know me through this summary.
Stay Happy to all my friends, now I would like to share some thing with you about productive life of rubber wood.
An old house stands in ruins, but it's been where it is for a very long time. It's been forgotten, neglected and slowly with time age begins to take away it's beauty, it's purpose. But age has made a mistake, time has added a different beauty, a beauty that nature has gifted this old ...
An Iambic decapentasyllabic, allegorical and humorous poem
Winters in Maine call for desperate measures. Especialy where heating ones old, drafty house is concerned. Yet, there ARE people out there who are warm...But, are they happy?
There ia kitten crisis at RSPCA Canterbury right now, so if you can offer a home to one, they would very much appreciate it. Read on to find out more about it.
This is about the glorious English countryside...the flowers and fruit that grow so profusely there..gifts of Mother Nature bestowed in such a loving way. And Robin Hood if he only would return......
As usual I go on my morning walk and meander through woods, hedgerows and fields in summertime.
Elusive within a veil of fog and mist, summer begins in Maine. Join me for a closer look at its hidden beauty...
It was like he was cut off from all the universe and in a completely different planet. This was one such place where the imagination could be let loose.
Spring is in blossom, May in Maine; what an enticing feeling...
Just a stroll through a forgotten wood watching nature and enjoying a spring morning.
An old man walks in green fields and wonders where time has gone. It went so quickly he hardly noticed. So come and sit with him and see his life many years ago
The minstrel returns with his pipers. The play tunes to rock the earth while the minstrel dances his enchanted dances. Dances from ancient times, magical dances learned from before the world was made, dances to turn feathers to polished stone. Dances that can raise the dead.
Walking along a secret path to the sea was a magical adventure. The path is an old memory from a time in Devon it was a walk to St. Mary's Bay. This path still exsists but it is hard to find. It is just a track that starts unsignposted between two bungalows along a normal street.
A day in the countryside, after some rain the air was sweet, insects flew, bracken clocks drifted in the breeze all this and memories of good friends.
Deep in a dark woods a dirty pool of water and the quietness of the woods give the place a scary look. But all changes when the sun shines.
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