I am from a distant land, far far away

A journey where some will survive while others will bite the dust

Thousands of people from all walks of life joining together to embark on the Great Land Bridge Migration

The moment to start the journey was walking away from the noodle broth and the sounds of street vendors

Street vendors selling all sorts of food from rice to iced coffees

One early morning, my family and I began to embark on a journey

A herd of black haired people carrying their possessions

Walking through the different terrain and different climates

As we trekked the journey from the South to the North

The tears of sorrow of leaving behind family, friends, and lives combined with the  groans from exhaustion

The rationing of food and of supplies, all forcing us to make sacrifices

In my hand, my best friend in the entire world: Kenny the Koala  

A large caravan of black haired people walking through China and through Russia

Staggering up the hill, the Bridge.

It’s long stretch connecting Russia to Alaska

Each person stepping onto the bridge one at a time. With each person, the bridge shakes a little

I, a young boy, am to terrified to walk onto the bridge.

My second best friend who is a whimsical Panda holds my hand

We are side by side holding hands

However, this journey as stated earlier not everyone is as fortunate to be able to make it to America

On one day, a downpour of rain drenches all soaking wet

The storms coming in, however, my best friend the whimsical Panda continues to hold my hand

We step across the bridge to be greeted by singing birds

We migrate through Canada in our pattern similar to those of a flock of birds in the skies

We eventually arrive in America, the pain of the journey from blisters on our feet to the sorrow of our hearts for those who didn’t make it

Every single year we re-unite together to mourn and count our blessings