Marching Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Marching Rhythms



Incessant memories falling out in images of past
times had when younger.

Marching in step with the rhythms we all enjoy
remembering.

Especially as we grow older and have no where
to go, nor have any visitors.

Alone with our thoughts we quietly sit back and
relax.

Monday, November 3, 2014
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