Bull Riding Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slower music sounding like a bull riding rhythm, yet there's
no bull or rodeo here in the mall, just children laughing,
parents and adults smiling happily.

Loving the traces of country-western tones rumbling through
the atmosphere, chasing rhythms through an innate talent
that treasures every moment of its special grace.

Tearing apart the sorrow and sadness, leaving only the wonder
of life as it finds its way through each day with riders
riding in the desert, challenging the elements with an amount
of joy, peace and love in their hearts.