story of picnic with friends in park
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STORY
A Day At The Park
I am at the park with my family and friends. We are going to have a picnic lunch. My friends and I wonder off, leaving the adults to prepare lunch. Isabella and the other kids play dodge ball, I can hear them giggling and shouting with glee. I stand there for a moment and watch them all, like a bystander. Clutching my latest play book to my chest I stroll along, looking at the little wild flowers that grow along the path. I hear my friends play with joy and the noise of busy adults preparing the picnic.
Looming directly in front of me is a magnificent gum tree. I decide to rest my back against its huge trunk. I open the book The Nutcracker Story, written by ETA Hoffman and thought about Tchaikovsky who composed the music so that it could be adapted to a ballet. My fingers found the page and I started to read the part about the gingerbread house.
The sun danced through the little openings in the leaves. This allowed the sunlight to fall directly on my face. The sun felt warm and strangely soothing. As I flicked the next page over the words started to move about. Oddly I tried in vain to control the words by blinking and screwing up my face. Suddenly the words disappeared. Just at that point I could hear in the distance familiar music playing. What is that music playing I thought. Of course it is Tchaikovsky’s music, to the scene in the gingerbread house.
As I walked through these bright red poppies, I could see a woman dancing ever so gracefully. As I drew nearer she somehow vanished. Once again I heard the music from the nutcracker and realised it is the introduction to the Waltz of the Flowers. Several Ballerinas appeared dressed in different coloured fairy like costumes. When the fairies lined up, the costumes look like a beautiful rainbow. Using hand gestures the fairies beckon me over to dance. The introduction has ceased and the Waltz is about to begin. I am wondering whether this dance piece is going to be the some dance that Miss Karen choreographed. With apprehension I join the group. As I began to dance my slight apprehensiveness disappeared and only joy filled my heart. We glided lightly and smoothly in unison. Stretching and jumping like there is no tomorrow. All too soon the dance finished.
The other ballerinas wondered off in an unknown direction. When I call out “WAIT” they were already gone. Dreamingly I then wonder back through the tall, red poppies. Their fragrance was unbelievably exquisite to my senses. At that point I heard someone calling my name and I realised it was Isabella’s voice saying “Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn.” I then opened my eyes to see Isabella standing there and asking me what you have been doing. I say “dancing to the nutcracker music”. She gives me a knowingly smile and says” come on, it is time for lunch”. Isabella runs off to join our friends.
With a sigh I slowly stood up. Holding my dearly beloved book to my heart, I walk with a sense of happiness. As I stroll along, I was looking down at the brightly coloured wild flowers that scattered the pathway. In the background I could hear laughter and busyness. I smiled to myself.