Riding To Beats Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding To Beats



Watching and riding to the beats of a beautiful
morning, up and down, as if riding a horse
through an interior desert.

Now galloping faster, letting him take me into
the dense oasis of palm trees, stopping by the
pool of water and getting a drink to cool off.

Thursday, March 20, 2014
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