RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding through the mountains having a good time, sitting in
the saddle, using our minds, remembering all the wonder and
beauty we've seen through the years.
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Country western rocking the Stinger Bar like a drum,
having a grand time, skirts swinging around women as
they dance with their partners of choice.
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Slower music now being played, people waltzing together,
minds thinking and dreaming of the past when so much
younger than today.
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Individual minds listening to the same music, but hearing it
differently than one another, it's a funny way of hearing
the music as it relays a special message to each person.
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Different colors of sound now stirring everyone's minds
like a huge melting pot, taking the best of the auras
in the room.
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Slowly walking as the sun begins to set, taking with it
all the warmth, moon high above looking down, finding
lovers looking towards its lunar beauty.
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Echoes of rhythms shouting out through rhythms of music,
unstoppable throughout the night, nothing to mar its
sounds.
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Totally into the drums, feeling their vibrations touching
this poet deep inside, loving how the music is being play-
ed within this being.
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Rhythms picking up, leading into one of our favorite songs
that Cold Front plays so well, energy building and spirits
rising like a rocket in Nasa's area.
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This night is getting started, line dancers jumping in time
to rhythmic music, definitely a highlight as everyone goes
up, down, back and forth.
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