Journey

December 15, 2011
By yield2hannah BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
yield2hannah BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

I begin my journey
Without a passport or ticket.
I am in a forest
surrounded by dark trees
and sounds of animals.
And then an island
Palm trees sway
My feet squish in the sand.
I sink to the bottom of the ocean
Embraced by the dark cool water.
I climb to the highest mountain
Past the clouds
And into the brilliant blue.
I return from my exotic travels
Feeling refreshed and exhilarated.
And yet,I never left my room.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!