Hanging Onto Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hanging Onto Rhythms



On top of the world, getting together with friends who
love music, fun and laughter just like we do, hanging
onto rhythms, flying into the atmosphere.

Smiling and enjoying our time at the Wagon Yard, owners
from New York, band's name is 'Cold Front', a totally
fantastic band that enlightens everyone here.

Surrounding us with captivating melodies and harmonies,
giving their all, taking requests and allowing people to
join them on stage.

Playing instruments or singing, a glorious way to spend
an evening with friends who love and live life fully every
moment just as we do.

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