Tunnels Of Youth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming guitars, beating drums, words being sung in splendid perfect pitch, taking me into tunnels of youth where innate talent took hold and grew into adulthood.
Passing all limits, pushing boundaries out of my way.
Taking directions from no one, only placing myself in hands of God, being surrounded by many onlookers through life's glasses.
Involved in creating the masterpieces of compositions, relying on rhythms to take me into corners never before illuminated until now.