Feeling Rebellious Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking slowly, listening to words as they are suddenly
being tackled by beats of a drum insisting to be heard,
not being quiet at all.

Never stopping for it keeps the rhythms of the band on
track and in synch all through measures of time, a talent-
ed and easy pace to continue to the end.

A silence that will be heard over the music at times,
being so persistent, never giving up, moving into a slow-
motion tempo, leaving everyone else behind, not caring if
it's so, happy as a lark just being so rebellious.