as i sit here and think about what i want to be, i consider what and where i have been."Whoa." i say as i give a low wistle as i think about it. what is it you say? well...
i have been to the pacific and felt its froth. i have veiwed the atlantic from a parasail. i have smelt the sulfur of gyzers and wondered at the battle of Custerd as i gazed over the feild. i have driven quads and dirtbikes over the rich soil of michigan and felt the dense air of oregan. i have passed over the missisipi countless times. i have seen the eagle fly to catch its prey over the grand canyon. i have looked across the meteor crator and kyaked into the trees of the keys of florida. i have wondered at the beauty and power at Niagra falls in canada. and my most favorite of all, i have sat and learned to listen to the quietness of the trees of redwood forest, as i sat my hand on its bark and rested in its grand roots.
all that you say? in thirteen years?
no. come april, i will have been traveling with my fammily for seven years.
and i wouldnt, change it for the world.