Mind Riding A Strumming Guitar Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding a strumming guitar as it takes this mind up and down
dusty trails of western territories, keeping track of where
we're going.

Enjoying the scenery as we continue through life, its por-
traits and imagery being set on photographic screens of
memories past, present and future.

Never tiring of the excitement or thrills, adrenaline flow-
ing like red hot lava and no one knowing how the energy
keeps building in every measure of rhythm all night long.