Quickly moving into a mood of happiness and joy,
feeling titillated within rhythms as they tickle,
taunt and tease this mere poet's mind.
Moving forward, seeing moments are awaiting a time
to jump right in and gather up notes and tempos as
they fall straight onto this poetry journal.
Listening to it, feeling energetic and joyful as
the song Wagon Yard continues to play while writing
and singing to this favorite song.
A wonderful melody filled with energy and vibrant
blessings being felt from above, loving it so very
much the way Cold Front plays it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem