RoseAnn V. Shawiak
At The Hideaway - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sitting here at the Hideaway in Carefree, totally enjoying
bikers and all of their motorcycles, an amazing array of
bikes, all type and styles.
Music blaring, great band playing right now, bikers making
room for me to get through with my walker, so gracious and accommodating.
Meeting my friend, who's also a poet, now on poemhunter.com,
writing terrific and very intense poems about animal abuse.
Striking with heartfelt and heart wrenching poetry that will
make you think twice about animal experimentation.
Today, having a really great time, everyone is pleasant and
happy, joyful and peace-loving - all of us from many walks
of life having a love of mototcycles, freedom and America.
It's all about our freedoms here in the U.S.A, bearing arms,
standing united, of one mind, independence for all 'American
citizens' here in America.
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