an online journal of student writing
By Parker K.
The hot summer sun rises over the wheat swaying in the wind
Heat waves dance in the distance
A black cloud rises to the sky as the combine starts
The smell of dust and coffee fill the air
The cool air from the vents blow the dust off my skin
The sound of the radio keeps me company
Keep driving till the sun is long gone
And the headlights are the only light for miles.