# data[].attributes.body
Today as I drove I saw a cloud on the horizon,
but who knew it was a storm with some lightnin.
As I got closer it got darker and darker,
I didn’t know that I was driving into the storm until I got farther and farther.
When I got past the mountains there was a slight drizzle,
then I realized it was the rain that looked like the end of a chisel.
I kept on going cause I had somewhere to be,
I had to be at grandma's house by three.
Then I could see her waiting outside,
she looked said so I started to cry.
As I got out of the car I noticed she was dressed in black,
so I asked her “Why are you dressed like that?”
She told me that something terrible happened while she was outside,
it was her dog she had died.
Now I know this is sad so don’t start to cry,
just think about the sky and when the rain hits your eye.

# data[].attributes.body
The road, so unexplored

Nor cracked by usage

Feared, about what lies on the road

No one knows what goes on the road

Good or bad

Could lead you to great place, or a dump

Could boost you up, or bring you down

No one will ever know

Unless you go down

The unexplored road

# data[].attributes.body
The sun peeking over the hills

Birds singing

A deer runs across the road

In a few hours

The sun will rise

The sky

Will be as blue as irises

The hills

Alive with wildlife
and colours everywhere
plants flourishing

# data[].attributes.body
What way

Many ways and many routes.

Where will one lead me?

Where should I go.

What way do I go?

Will it end?

And how do I go.

Am I right or am I not?

I don’t know maybe one

Will know?

My journey it is and only mine.

# data[].attributes.body
the overcast sky blended in the distance

as the path, unveiling, lead us

we, two dreary wanders

we, two zealous mind

by this point

and through my self-disappointment

I had realized the truth

of this winding path

many weeks we’d been here

and surely it should end

yet many days we’d traveled

and found not any change

doubt overcame me

so turning to my friend

I told her what I’d thought

looking up, she agreed

that night after sundown

and ensuring we were right

we resisted the current of the path

and took an abrupt turn

passing through the threshold

that seemed to intertwine

the path to its travelers

felt like relief of unknown suffocation

farewell to that place

in which we wasted time

we’d rather be progressing

than being stuck in space

# data[].attributes.body
The Journey By Nicholas Milewski

The birds flew across the sky

The sky turning orange for sunset

The Mountains moving past

As i move on along the road

Along me are green bushes beginning to sprout

The miracle of life

I travel closer and closer to my destination

Enjoying the scenery

The sky gets darker

As time takes its course

I am one with nature

Element: Repetition

Theme: Time moves whether you like it or not

# data[].attributes.headline
The Road To Nowhere               - Aizah Thompson

# data[].attributes.subject
The Road To Nowhere               - Aizah Thompson

# data[].attributes.body
Yesterday was a good day

Today will be a great day

Tomorrow will be even better

Where I am going
Where am I going?

Only the future holds the answer

Ahead of me I look up at the sky

But, what is in front of me
is endless

After I had to say goodbye

To all of my friends and family

But then I cry at all
the things I am leaving

Then I remember

That the future will soon
show me why

I am going somewhere

Where the leaves are orange

And the sky looks like a dream

# data[].attributes.body
The crows were louder than the truck I was riding in.

The brisk air from twisted through my hand out the window.

My mind was in a state of grief, I knew I would never see them again. I was scared for Michael, and Ryan.

I knew they wouldn’t do well apart from each other. Minutes before my mother died, she told for the last time to never forget family.

Now, all I could do is pray. I longed for someone to care for me. But now, nothing would ever be the same.

The winded dessert road was abandoned. No civilization for miles, this didn’t make me feel better.

As we kept driving, the more and more rusted up signs we passed seemed to grow faces. As if they were living.

One sign we passed even had hair! Then, we passed a sign with a face that looked as my mothers did.

I started to cry, my eyes watered and I couldn’t do anything. I just sat there and cried.

The cab driver looked back at me worrily, but he kept quiet. The silence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Accept for the occasional bumps and potholes that we hit that shook the car.

I wanted to be home more than anything in the world. But the hope of safety for my siblings comforted me for the road to come.

# data[].attributes.body
I need to leave

I need a break

I need to see the world

I turn the key to start the car

Ding, ding, ding

I put on my set belt

Click, I say to myself

I need to do this

I have to go

And off I go

I stop my car

I'm in the middle of nowhere

No cell service, no people, no animals, nothing

It's just me, my car, the mountains, the grass, the road, and my suitcase

I hear the wind blow

whoooo , whoooo past my ears

It sounds like owls humming in my ears

I sit and think

I open my eyes I look through the windshield

I see clouds that look like an angry valchers

I listen to the world as if nothing is even here like when you are asleep and hear nothing.

# data[].attributes.headline
Time: By Julia ChamberlinI was driving past the mountains, The sun beginning to set,Driving half the speed limit,Not rushing my precious time.I used to drive fast,In a rush to explore and grow up,But now I think about my time,And I think I don’t have enough.So many places to see,To go,To explore,So many people to meet,To go places with,To love.So now I take my time,And enjoy the little things,Because one day,I might start to say,I wish I would’ve slowed down, And enjoyed the little things. 

# data[].attributes.subject
Time: By Julia ChamberlinI was driving past the mountains, The sun beginning to set,Driving half the speed limit,Not rushing my precious time.I used to drive fast,In a rush to explore and grow up,But now I think about my time,And I think I don’t have enough.So many places to see,To go,To explore,So many people to meet,To go places with,To love.So now I take my time,And enjoy the little things,Because one day,I might start to say,I wish I would’ve slowed down, And enjoyed the little things. 

# data[].attributes.headline
The Road 				By Miranda Burgett	                          I was on the road as my family's  mood showed	                                                     My sister was angry because she could not read morruses code                                              I was happy because of my  bestowed                                 My mom was nervous because dad was working on the railroad                               My grandma was in her regular mode Driving pretty slow                                           My brother was sad because his game did not download    My grandpa was blind for he could not read the peas barcode                                     As we got to the pet store I ask for a toed                         For once in my life my family agreed on something          They all shouted no 

# data[].attributes.subject
The Road 				By Miranda Burgett	                          I was on the road as my family's  mood showed	                                                     My sister was angry because she could not read morruses code                                              I was happy because of my  bestowed                                 My mom was nervous because dad was working on the railroad                               My grandma was in her regular mode Driving pretty slow                                           My brother was sad because his game did not download    My grandpa was blind for he could not read the peas barcode                                     As we got to the pet store I ask for a toed                         For once in my life my family agreed on something          They all shouted no 

# data[].attributes.body
i'm in the middle of nowhere

Clearing my mind and thoughts

I'm lost in despair

I’m looking around me as the sun is about to set

The outside of my body is warm
But my insides are cold

I keep driving as the sky gets darker and darker

As i drive i feel empter and empter inside

I can't see anybody and know one can see me

It is midnight and i'm still in the middle of nowhere

# data[].attributes.body
Crowd

I stagger out of the building, like a newborn duckling

I walk out into the amassed crowd, dazed

So many people, all very anxious to get to where they need to go

I walk past all the stores, and bright lights

The smacking of shoes on the cement

The bright sun is blinding, as the warmth beats down on the people

I struggle to make my way through the crowd, still attempting to look around the street

When I reach the intersection, out of the crowd

I turn around and look back, wondering what those people I see are doing

A mother with a stroller, pushing her child

A businessman, hurried of toward his meeting

A street vendor, selling hot dogs

All of these wonderful people, that I will never see again.

I collect these thoughts, and shove them aside, continuing on my own journey.

# data[].attributes.headline
 My Future Ariana Syracuse The road that leads to my futureIt is so brightI can’t wait to see the lightI don’t know what it will bringBut I know I will fightTo have it reach great heightsI will use all my mightTo see the sightAnd make it right Bright, Light, Fight 

# data[].attributes.subject
 My Future Ariana Syracuse The road that leads to my futureIt is so brightI can’t wait to see the lightI don’t know what it will bringBut I know I will fightTo have it reach great heightsI will use all my mightTo see the sightAnd make it right Bright, Light, Fight 

# data[].attributes.body
Road Trip: John Kerr

Nature was all around us.

It was a beautiful place.

It was almost like a  galaxy of colorful space.

Peaceful and calm.

Leaves even fell in my palm.

Fall had come with beauty.

Driving on for miles.

We drove past tall orange rock piles.

The birds flew across the sunset.

The sky was orange with the evening.

Plants sprouted from the dirt and rock.

I even put some in my pocket.

The road seemed to travel on forever through the old frontier.

Nature, our home.

# data[].attributes.headline
                1st Picture                   Lost Where am I .Am I in a car or walking.Going for miles and miles.Feeling like this road will never end.Seeing trees but no buildings.The sky was blue and now it's orange.Is this a storm or a sunset.Do my feet hurt from walking or putting my foot on the gas.Is my head hurting from the sun or being scared.Is this the end or the beginning. By Piper Powell

# data[].attributes.subject
                1st Picture                   Lost Where am I .Am I in a car or walking.Going for miles and miles.Feeling like this road will never end.Seeing trees but no buildings.The sky was blue and now it's orange.Is this a storm or a sunset.Do my feet hurt from walking or putting my foot on the gas.Is my head hurting from the sun or being scared.Is this the end or the beginning. By Piper Powell

# data[].attributes.body
You are like a car

On the road of life

The road can go left or right

Down or up it just depends

What way you'll turn

The best path will be smooth

clear with no bumps in site

It depends which one

You think is right

But eventually

You will be out of gas

So make the most

Of the road called life

Benjamin Bartel

# data[].attributes.body
The Open Road

I felt the wind across my face.

I could hear the roar of the engine.

I stared at the open road in front of me.

There was so many roads to choose but I could only take one.

You can’t go back.

A split in the road is ahead.

One choice.

Limited time.

Left or right?

Turn back?

You can’t.

Is one choice right?

Is one wrong?

Not enough time.

I had to choose.

I think about what might have been.

All I want to do is

go back.

-Charlie Persons

# data[].attributes.headline
Mysterious RoadSvetlana HoffmanThe mysterious road is  like a dark nightYou don't know where to go I am curious to seeWhere it leadsThe mysterious road is like a haunted houseWhen you turn the cornerYou don’t know what will be thereWill the unkown be good or badWhatever it may be I will take the chance.

# data[].attributes.subject
Mysterious RoadSvetlana HoffmanThe mysterious road is  like a dark nightYou don't know where to go I am curious to seeWhere it leadsThe mysterious road is like a haunted houseWhen you turn the cornerYou don’t know what will be thereWill the unkown be good or badWhatever it may be I will take the chance.

# data[].attributes.body
It is a hot summer day.

The heat rising off of the burning asphalt.

As we follow the two yellow lines down the heated desert road never to cross, like railroad tracks.

Dehydrated land homes of only the driest of plants and animals surround us.

The air conditioned is important while in the desert.

As I look out the window I see the land around us is flat, then mountainest, and then flat again.

I can see the heat waves rising off of the ground in front of us.

Nothing in the distance but flat land.

Surrounded in heat.

# data[].attributes.body
I look into to the distance

All i see is orange

Also a storm

Also me

All that i am thinking

Is when i will get their

I finally see the end and my destination

It is miles away on the road though

I am there

Burger King