The Wind

2 1. Adverb Clause 2. Compound Participial phrase—parallel construction Compound Infinitive phrase –parallel construction 3. Series of Participial phrases—parallel construction 4. Participial phrase Series of verbs 5. Compound verbs Participial phrase Adverb clause 6. Adverb Clause Participial phrase 7. Compound Participial phrase

3 1. Adverb Clause When he began the four-mile walk to the campus, a gentle breeze was blowing.

4 2. Compound Participial phrase—parallel construction Compound Infinitive phrase –parallel construction

5 2. Compound Participial phrase—parallel construction Compound Infinitive phrase –parallel construction He had gone no more than a mile when the wind began to blow in gusts, whipping the branches of the trees and causing him to pull his gloves and his knit cap from his backpack and zip up his windbreaker.

6 3 Series of Participial phrases—parallel construction

7 The November leaves blew across the two- lane county road, scraping along the asphalt, flattening against hog-wire fences, swirling in front of large racks and concrete culverts, and settling in the ditches.

8 4. Participial phrase Series of verbs Blowing in from the mountains to the east, sparse and tiny snowflakes danced, swirled like tiny dragonflies, and swarmed westward across the valley.

9 5. Compound verbs Participial phrase Adverb clause He lowered his head and walked on, pulling up his collar to protect his neck as the wind played rich and varied tunes.

10 6. Adverb Clause Participial phrase As the wind’s breathy rush blew through the fir trees like a torrent of water, he could hear the rattle and scrape of the dry cornstalk leaves, sounding like an avalanche of small stones.

11 7. Compound Participial phrase Behind it all was the harmonic moan of the power lines, rising and falling like the wail of bagpipes.

12 When he began the four-mile walk to the campus, a gentle breeze was blowing. He had gone no more than a mile when the wind began to blow in gusts, whipping the branches of the trees and causing him to pull his gloves and his knit cap from his backpack and zip up his windbreaker. The November leaves blew across the two-lane county road, scraping along the asphalt, flattening against hog-wire fences, swirling in front of large racks and concrete culverts, and settling in the ditches.

13 Blowing in from the mountains to the east, sparse and tiny snowflakes danced, swirled like tiny dragonflies, and swarmed westward across the valley. He lowered his head and walked on, pulling up his collar to protect his neck as the wind played rich and varied tunes. As the wind’s breathy rush blew through the fir trees like a torrent of water, he could hear the rattle and scrape of the dry cornstalk leaves, sounding like an avalanche of small stones. Behind it all was the harmonic moan of the power lines, rising and falling like the wail of bagpipes.