I am grateful that my journey isn’t connected to a time of Wagons & the alments that came with that time.
Patrick Dennis
The wheels creaked as they trudged through merciless mud. The inside rocking back and forth with such great unease the passengers clutched their stomaches and begged for cooperation.
Circle the wagons, feeling as lost as a sailor in a sea of grass, whirls of wind may accost us, people whose faces we do not know, to a home we only hope for
I am grateful that my journey isn’t connected to a time of Wagons & the alments that came with that time.
The wheels creaked as they trudged through merciless mud. The inside rocking back and forth with such great unease the passengers clutched their stomaches and begged for cooperation.
Circle the wagons, feeling as lost as a sailor in a sea of grass, whirls of wind may accost us, people whose faces we do not know, to a home we only hope for