How would you feel if you had to live by comparing everything to nature? The stories I'm about to discuss are of this nature. The characters are kind of metaphoric, but yet they express their feels very clearly. Welty, which is the first author, was talking about his grandmother. Whitman maybe talking about himself and Emerson a comparison of the world to the heaven. Each will tie together through their plots and their characters. My position at this time is great because each story reminds me of someone close to me.
             Old people can still make their some walks, and remember everything that was there when they went there in the past. This old lady by the name of Phoenix Jackson was walking through the woods of pine trees. Mrs. Jackson was a small woman, which carried an umbrella like cane, wear a red rag on her head, and always had a dark striped dress on. Her dress was made of a sugar sack, which was bleached. Each time she would walk she would almost fall over her untied shoe laces. She hit the grave road with her cane while walking up the road. By her walking for so long she would always see things that weren't there, so she saw a little boy that was reaching her some cake, but in essences it was her own hand. Another time she thought she saw a man, while walking through a dead corn field, but it was a scarecrow. This story is great so far. Mrs. Jackson reminds me of my great-grandmother on my mother's side of the family. She would take the same walks like her. In my opinion Mrs. Jackson is a very imageries old woman with everything to still live for.
             Mrs. Jackson finally got to the end of her trail, which had a wagon on the track. The old lady came to the end and saw a wagon with the silver grass blew between the red ruts. She said this was a spontaneous place, which would always be the same. Mrs. Jackson was such a mysterious woman, that every thing that came out of her mouth was in a metaphori...