Roasting Marshmallows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roasting marshmallows on the campfire, night skies
twinkling above.

Guitars playing, regulating the music through a
time tunnel of musical beauty, giving much pleasure.

Singing along, enjoying the tones being heard as
marshmallows roast quietly on the fire.

Tasting their sweet sticky flavor upon my tongue,
sucking it off of my fingers afterwards.

A great and wonderful experience being remembered
just by listening to this song, giving pleasure
once again through it's memories.