The Trail that Lead to Nowhere… – Claudia M.
The agonizing pain coursed through my legs. … Continue reading The Trail that Lead to Nowhere… – Claudia M.
The agonizing pain coursed through my legs. … Continue reading The Trail that Lead to Nowhere… – Claudia M.
Biking I hear the oncoming car. There was no way for me to communicate with the car to stop since it was on the other side of the sharp turn. The engine was roaring. My heart was pounding. While biking up the hill, my muscles were burning. I swerve to the side, almost hitting … Continue reading John Loo’s Memoir: Biking
Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer The Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer Aboard a 2007 Honda Pilot loaded with food and drinks and gear and bikes Across two New England state lines Along mountainous and monotonous stretches of Interstate 91 To a private campground owned by a friendly older man … Continue reading Mr. Jockers’s Prepositional Phrase Poem
The Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer Aboard a 2007 Honda Pilot loaded with food and drinks and gear and bikes Across two New England state lines Along mountainous and monotonous stretches of Interstate 91 To a private campground owned by a friendly older man named Ed At … Continue reading Prepositional Phrase Poem: Teacher Model