In my Travel machine
Those bold black leading paths that we follow almost everyday.Whose white lines upon the rough black surface stands out like a birthmark on our grey smoke blenching cities-roads.Almost every one of us has tread on one . Some for a simple urban stroll. Others to make a journey .Now I set off to make such a journey in the one of the 21 st century luxuries to say simply,a car, to see the world on wheels. To the ends of the globe in my travel machine,over dales and rivers , mountains and streams.To gentle yellow dawns to fiery sunsets of tangerine.My car revved up the road and when I pressed the accelerator it surged hungrily forward.Its wheels pressed against the surface of the road and views flew past as if they were small birds. Farm houses ,roads and many other so join in my experience. when I started, the view of my school,my house slowly started moving away.Then as I started to increase speed the view of houses, cars, ice cream truc...