on the Road

Starting out on the new day of my life where the wether was nice and the air was as cool as the ice that seats on the top of the mountain top looking over the ocean side. I move across the plain in the same year as the storm that came through the VALL OF WINDS1

back in the yearly year of 1968. I was only 15 years old when that strom rolled into town.2

The strom was strong and relaxed as it rolled through the plain vally of the winds. Sometimes i think that i was that strom and i was trying to remove myself from the this world to another world that i wanted to go through. But the strom blew in before i could runn away it stoped me dead in my track and blew the wind of songs in my face as my family pulled me down to the floor and coved my head and feets from the wind. After the strom was over i removed myself from my family home as the strom removed it self from the plains. I stumbled as i was walking and looking for away out of the house tht was damaged in the strom.3

I eased my way out of the house and looked around and walked away from everything that i onced knew and never loved. i walk as far as south as i could in damaged plain that i lived in and never looked back again to anyone or anything, but one thing did cross my mind as i was walking what would my family do or what would they say about me walking out on them with words and prades. My thoughts would be the would honor me as i am. i am on the road wolking and thinking about what i am going to do for food and money.