Scenic Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wide open spaces drift into my path, allowing vast
horizons to open before my mind, testing their
veracity and cognizant upheavals in words, forming
sentences of life poetry.
Railing together like a locomotive and boxcars,
traveling down tracks being made as I go on.
Momentary visions keep urging me onward towards
mountains, plateaus and desert acres, picking
through thoughts as scenery fills my mind with it's
exquisite sights, odors, senses touching every niche
of my mind and it's synapses.