The Journey

From day one, a day of dread, 
I resisted getting out of bed, 
Day by day emptiness ensued,
Promises of change pursued.

Then the day of leaving came, 
Starting out just the same, 
Then up and going don't look back, 
It's too late to just unpack. 

Drive and roam, hours each day, 
Turned out to be fun and play, 
Cookies, soda, chocolate, chips, 
That's how to survive long trips! 

Then the end was drawing near, 
Who knows what has happened here? 
Mountains rise from dead brown sand, 
But still it looks so grand. 

Look and see the cactus flowers, 
No such things as rain showers! 
Somehow the dead desert has a charm, 
A charm with promise of deadly harm. 

The end of the trip is now here, 
There was really nothing to fear, 
New home, new friends, new everything, 
This place has promises to bring.