Enjoying The Fiddler Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind straightening to attention in measures of melodies
and harmonies now being played right out loud upon a
western stage tonight.

Enjoying the fiddler as his fingers and bow slide across
our minds so delicately and gently, no parting thoughts,
Just awesome sounds of rhythms.

Taking us wholly into dreams of wonder and curiosity and
being brought out into the open as rhythms hold on to our
souls and spirits, not letting go or easing up.