Burma Road

Traveling through the Dark is a poem which makes the narrator consider the road of life and mortality. The poem is written in a very straightforward way. It shows that sometimes you have to make decisions by yourself, based on your moral qualities and what you believe. The author writes the poem so that the reader can relate to the narrator in the story. He allows the reader to put themselves in the narrator's shoes and ask themselves what they would do in a situation in which they could choose…

On the bus on the way to out school trip destination most of us had fallen asleep. We are heading to some old castle to stay in and role play as if we were living in the Victorian era. I just hope I get to be Royalty and not a maid. Around another two hours the bus drove up a dirt track, by this stage it was pitch black the only thing lighting the way was the headlights of the bus, the stars and moon. The whole journey here I had taken pictures of the scenery and breath-taking views.…

Squinting into the mid morning sunlight, Ashleigh saw the tangle of knots that made up the Pioneers Ropes Course at Spring Lake Camp, the course that she was expected to have completed by...today. It sure does look high, she thought, and they were, that is, if you considered fifty feet in the air to be high. No one’s fell...yet. “Ashleigh! Ashleigh, where are you?” Tom, Ashleigh’s ropes counselor called. “It’s your turn!” Ohh great, Ashleigh thought. “I’m coming, Tom! I’m right…

while he waits for her to arrive. Leaning his body against the gate he blows out a cloud of smoke thinking about her; since he was destined to have her. Taking another hit off his joint, he looks down the dark path to see her walking up the moon lit road. She was nervous, so she giggles" Pass that shit" holding her hand out while twirling her hips. Jamie smirks before handing the joint over to her "If it ain't green it ain't us" he repiled as he watches her lean against the gate next to…

Once there were three kids on a mission to find something. Two boys and one girl, Stanley, Zero, and the one girl, Lucy. All sent to camp Green Lake for “steeling jewelry”. Although all of them know that they didn’t do anything or steel anything. After only a few long months in Camp Green Lake they were all ready to run away. Even though it was in the middle of a blazing hot dessert filled with Yellow Spotted Lizards that would bite you with their poisonous venom. It was very scary out there but…

Creeping in the Shadows In Boca Raton, Florida it seems as if the scorching sun is always beating down on the ebony tarmac, the trees swaying with a small breeze, the sky crystal blue, it is a constant summer no matter the season. I see a small boy come into the picture. He is young, wearing a long sleeve St.Andrew’s shirt, Jeans and loafers. His hair is jet black and he has tan skin. A small boy follows behind him. The boys run everywhere. They ran to the mailbox, ran down the street, ran from…

Imagine traveling in the bare winds and rain, running on buffalo chips, and not a lick of sleep. This was the life of a cowboy during the long drive. These long drives took place during the Civil War and late 1800’s. Cowboys would advance herds from the southern tip of Texas to the small towns of Kansas where they would be fattened up to then be transported to Chicago where they would be slaughtered (Intro). While this trip must have been adventurous as it was difficult, the question is if I…

Dear City Council Member Mark Squilla, I’m writing to you today because of my concern about the way SEPTA runs. Many philadelphia citizens take public transportation daily. We trust that the system will get us to our destination. I have seen that recently over a couple of years that people feel angered by SEPTA. I think the anger comes from the delays, the detours, the wait time and the physical condition of the buses and trains. The buses are old and do not run very fast at times. The…

Night time in the woods can be eerie. It was the night of the opening of trapping season and I was on my way to my friend’s house in Dundee. I decided to stop and check my traps because they are in a timber just off of highway 13. So, I pulled into the parking spot and started to gather my supplies. As I sat there I heard this strange sound. Like a whisper from a little girl right next to me. I shrugged it off as the wind blowing past my window. I got out, with my Remington 514 in hand, and…

Walkable City by Jeff Speck is a book on how to transform downtowns all over America making them more walk friendly. Speck discusses about implementing this idea and ways it is beneficial to the cities around America. Jeff Speck is a city planner and author who travels around America essentially designing cities for various communities. He is a resident in Washington, DC. Part II of Walkable city is where Jeff Speck reviews to the audience his ten steps for walkability. The first four steps are…