Wagon wheels scatter the trail here where a few were town apart by the now dried up river, the possessions stolen and the family left with nothing... It sends a shiver up my spine. I must face it. I am scared. Scared like everyone else, I don't know how to overcome it and I the dream of the new land is fading.
I see grass, not the faded bland dead grass that I have stared at for so long but fresh green grass that has grown strong and green and has flowers! The oxen pull at their harnesses and the men turn them out to graze while the children can finally run and play happily. we are here... Happiness grasps me and lifts me up, making my eyes bright and grateful tears drip from my cheeks.
I like how you described both the ups and downs of the journey as well as the scenery, nice work!
ReplyDeleteI like this, especially the ending! :)
ReplyDeleteWoah. This was a cool occasion to write about.
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