RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Running into meadows and fields of imagination, creating
flowers along the way, colors of the rainbow being spread
around on blossoms growing out of it.
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Glancing into picturesque landscapes as I ride
through on an inner train, it's lonely whistle,
echoing feelings within, watching scenery flow
past quickly.
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Leaves hopping, skipping, jumping, sliding, tumbling
over one another in an afternoon breeze.

Joyful and free they play, enjoying their freedom
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Showing the world it's sanctity, nature flows so
magnificently in front of us.

Streaming along in every part of life, giving us
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Twittering down paths of imagination, enjoying the worms
and bugs in front of them, birds live freely and indepen-
ently.
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Interacting with the younger generation is very
invigorating and a great learning experience.

Meeting many teens on the parks and rec side at
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Deep within jungles of the mind, lonely wild calls of
animals that habitate there can be heard through my
imagination.
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Notions and ideas are plentiful, rising from intellect
and being created spontaneously all the time.

Filling spaces in minds that are always active and ready
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Hangers being filled with words, meanings, definitions
that continually soar into the atmosphere of poetry.

Beautiful patterns being formed from beginning designs
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Clouds gathering like moss around the north side of a
tree, a special look at how they contain themselves in
groups innately and are never taught to do so.
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