The wagon started moving and Ellyn sighed. Walking beside the wagon seemed to be much more fun as she was actually doing something, she then yawned as she grabbed whatever she could of the wagon to keep up. Being too tired to even want to keep up. The only thing that kept Ellyn awake was the hope that she could possibly find one of her poems, JUST ONE. If she found more then that would be a bonus in her eyes.

'[i]one poem...[/i]' she thought to herself '[i]only one poem...[/i]'