Following Trails Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding the stagecoach of life, a fast track into depths
of yesterday, watching as the dust gathers, filling the
air and leaving a trail to follow into the desert.

Enjoying the fantastic scenery as I ride imagination to
endless destinations in my mind, exciting, thrilling,
loving the music Doc and Gaul are playing.

Rapidly strumming the guitar, Gaul's, setting tempos for
me to write poetry, loving galloping beats, reminiscent
of horse's hooves hitting the ground as they run.