RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Banjo strumming my heart, taking me to another land in time.
Watching music glide past me in images of sound.
Delectable to my mind, a natural commemoration to nature all in one.
Shortened, yet abbreviated in tones, quality eclipsing most other types of music that I've heard.
Silently, listening to the rhythm unfold and meet me on shores of imagination.
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