Since I'm using a iMac and it won't let me submit, here's my latest work 'Another time'
I've sent my computer to the shop to get it fixed so...it may take a few more YEARS. I do hate how cheap my mother is. ^.^
Heather, would ya mind messaging me all I've missed in New Haven ASAP?

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Another time, another place

If there were answer, they’d find it there.

They were all runaways, no place to go
Mark and Lisa, orphans from ages 9 ‘n 8
They only survived due to their sibling bonds
Their second follower, a boy of the age 16, ad always been an help
John was his name, his origins unknown
Their third, and final follower, a girl of 13
She name was Katie

They all had the same goal
The same quest
"I heard from John that there be a way to find us a place to be living." Mark had told the other three, late one dark day
"How ye be gettin’ thar?" The sister had called back
A long pause was taken; Mark drew his breath in
"A old sailin’ cart be lying on that train yard near Old Man’s Road. We just be needing to get it on the sea tracks." The brother answered back.

And so the band broke camp up
Pots, pans, the sleeping bags with which they used
All left under the old bridge
The group took up their tired and tattered bodies

And just like John had said!
There be an old sailin’ cart
Mark and Katie cleared away the dust and junk
Pushing away barrels of who cares not

They jumped aboard; the hill was coming quick
They had failed to see the hill from around the bend
Mark reached over, held his one true love’s hand
And so, as the sun began to set, the cart crashed into a wall

The hill was not so steep
That was what they soon found out
The cart kept on rolling, picking up speed
"John, what be at that there new place we be headin’ to?" Lisa asked, opening the cart’s sails up
John broke his gaze from the evening sun,
"It be a village, my good friend." The teen answered with a wink and a grin
They were all of age, that was for sure

"A dozen of houses surround the train yard we be heading to.
Than we go inside to the village’s miles of walls."
John whispered in the old night’s air.
In their rush to leave the city behind them, only the two girls had the mind to bring their bags
"Oh…and where will we live in those miles of walls?" The sister whispered back, soft in
His ear

"The king of thae city be a golden child!" John called out
"He be giving’ us wood and nails." He finished, his voice fading out

And in that morning, they all rose up
They watched the sun raising from the east
Katie undid her hair, her eyes watching the sea around tem
Mark’s strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist
Comforting her
His own eyes drifted to the sea aswell
Lisa was cleaning their clothing, their one true pair


At mid-day’s light, Lisa undid the sails
The group redressed quickly, not caring who wore what
They could see the train yard from their seats, people rushing around the docks.
They had found their answer there

Some friends of you might speak about a place
Hidden to those who have homes
And if you ask any friends of mine, they’ll tell you all of one thing
"If there is an answer, you’d find it there."



By Matthew ‘Olik’ Ford
5/18/04