Road Stories

It moves North and South Smooth at times Rough at others Beautiful landscapes On each side Trees from time to time The river and roads Are similar you see Both take me places I want to be

It was about a year ago when I first met her. She was a strange girl wandering by herself on Highway 10 in Arizona. I was traveling back home to San Antonio from a trip I took to California. While I was cruising across the asphalt I could see the open desert for miles all around me. That’s when I noticed her. Her ragged and worn down body was moving like a living corpse. No other people were around. It was just that littl...

The prompt for this essay was, "Literature is often defined as any work that rewards a reader with some insight into an objective truth. Based on this definition, do you believe that The Road is a piece of literature?" *********************************** Works which we, as a collective, remember with the most clarity are those that impart a new truth or truths to us. Be it profound or hackneyed, our society is in part sha...

sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)I wander this landPack on my backTraveling the land, free I goThe place I end up tomorrowI just don't knowI follow the open roadWander through the foothills, the mountainsThe forest is where I call homeThis is where I wander, this is where I roamNo building to call my home, I carry home on my backThe life I long to live, start to walkAnd not look backWander and roam around...