The PostCardA poem by Christa | 8/13/2008Vivid colors of far-off places Pictures presented of world travels My smile fades and I look around |
Safe travelsA poem by Christa | 4/14/2008Feet up on the dash I adjust my seatbelt, fidgeting |
travel of the youngAn essay by Nick | 12/18/2007as 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... |
dude!An essay by Nick | 12/18/2007ten years ago, my mom turned to my dad. lets travel, she said.how do i like it? |