Interior Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking up on the stage, fireplace dead center, leather
chairs and a sofa, black with wood frames.

Background is faded red brick from years ago, coffee cans
painted black and cut just to surround the floor stage
lights from shining out at the audience.

A beautiful stone cross at the front center of the stage,
over the fireplace is a portrait of men in uniform from
the Civil War.

Men all standing around a bearded gentleman talking to
them, a wonderful picture of how are country began so
very long ago.

Back to the entrance, on the left is an old piano, going
into the foyer is an organ that needs to be pumped cont-
ually in order to play it, and it still works! I tried it!

All in all this building, housing an immense amount of
history, standing here at Pioneer Village in Arizona,
thanks to Barry Goldwater and his volunteers, and only
about forty minutes from my house.