Resurrected In Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to harmonies of yesterday, ones that were thought to be long dead, but now are being resurrected in rhythms rushing into
this night.

Not heeding the lateness of the hour, just having to keep those
drums beating to the tune of fast-paced melodies, racing up and
down necks of several guitars.

Searching for one note after another, pleasing to the ear and
fascinating this mind with a clearly focused rhythm that keeps
time in measures of life as they are played for one and all.

Nothing to alter the excitement and thrills being brought into
the light of this wonderful evening, moving forward, music
blaring and bringing joy into the circle of friendship here at
the Wagon Yard tonight.