Fields Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Body swaying in time with music, foot tapping to steady beats,
keeping on track so easily, finding that everything is coming
up roses in fields of memories.

All happening within the reality of imagination, crossing
barriers, taking intellect into outer dimensions that open so
readily when this mind focuses on them.

Letting nothing slip away from photographic screens, thorough-
ly finding self immersed in this aroma of rhythms and their
melodies, all settled within alone.