He weaves in and out of the rows of students-Sitting bored and tired after just waking,They mutter among themselves.But all one girl hears is the whis..
The steering wheel pivorted slowly to the right.His hands firmly gripped it's material.His thoughts taking cover;In the old 40's Jazz music initiating..
The old shovel- rusty and chipped with ware,Leant against the singed wooden farmhouse door.Vegetation circling the circumfrance of the land;Lay demoli..
The blades of grass dance in the breeze,Playing scales upon the dirt.The cold air slices the landscape,Like a flute invading a string symphony.Bird so..