Carrying Each Melody In A Knapsack Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms twirling about like a baton being spun by a majorette, rushing across fields lying still and empty for no one is playing football now.

Singing happening in levels of singular incidents that respond only to individuals that are out being entertained while singing of this life.

Carrying each melody in a knapsack across their right shoulder, heading towards the sea hoping to find some quiet peace while listening to melodies from out of a knapsack.