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Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles to a place of hope and possibility. Not so much a trip as a voyage; a quest not to be taken lightly. In your ears, the asphalt seas whisper: Take to the road, soldier. There is always a way home for those who have the guts to risk it. Crafty Odysseys found the will; his reward was the great, rooted bed and the arms of his lonely Queen. Do you have the strength and courage? Only take to the highway and drive. Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles; Not far to see an Angel smile; to hear ancient, faithful Argos bark again. Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles. The road for the brave always leads home.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
An Odyssey In 437 Miles
Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles to a place of hope and possibility. Not so much a trip as a voyage; a quest not to be taken lightly. In your ears, the asphalt seas whisper: Take to the road, soldier. There is always a way home for those who have the guts to risk it. Crafty Odysseys found the will; his reward was the great, rooted bed and the arms of his lonely Queen. Do you have the strength and courage? Only take to the highway and drive. Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles; Not far to see an Angel smile; to hear ancient, faithful Argos bark again. Four Hundred Thirty Seven Miles. The road for the brave always leads home.
Do I dare... I think I do.
mike-essig
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
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