Lost Measure Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lost Measure Of Yesterday
Rocking along the frontier, wanting to get into the saddle,
riding with the cowboys through the desert, never stopping
except to hear a cowboy ballad in the deep interior of a
long lost measure of yesterday.
Fiddling up and down stairways of heaven, going rapidly
into the circumference of our futures, clapping minds in
motions of rhythms, lightly carrying us to future reflections
of tomorrow.
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