travel

The PostCard

A poem by Christa | 8/13/2008

Vivid colors of far-off places
Dancing along with happy faces
Ink spotted from salty air
Far away from this mountain lair
And signed by friends in distant spaces

Pictures presented of world travels
Places I long to see unveiled
I smile in delight at the shiny cards
Symbolistic of adventurers start
Posted from across the world

My smile fades and I look around

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Safe travels

A poem by Christa | 4/14/2008

Feet up on the dash
Wiggling my toes
10 splashes of Kiss Me Coral
- orangey sparkly rose –
Delight me so
Fresh cotton smell,
Tickles my nose
Pillow warmed from the sun
Smashed against the window

I adjust my seatbelt, fidgeting
A book dips
From my fingertips
Place lost before the ending
By looking out my window:
Over there! Falcon on the wire

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travel of the young

An essay by Nick | 12/18/2007

as i sit here and think about what i want to be, i consider what and where i have been."Whoa." i say as i give a low wistle as i think about it. what is it you say? well...

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dude!

An essay by Nick | 12/18/2007

ten years ago, my mom turned to my dad. lets travel, she said.how do i like it?

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