Past Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mosaics, picturesque, filled with landscapes of past beauty
taking me quickly into forests of childhood, walking through
the trees down pathways I'd create on my own.

Only following ramblings and sights I constantly saw ahead
and behind me, delving into the wonder and awe with all the
curiosity I possessed.

Having a grand time searching the corners and heights beyond
me along the way, justified and totally happy being the way
that I was feeling.

Free, liberated from all opinions and thoughts of other
people, dancing in ideas and thoughts of my mind all the
time.

Fantastic and beautiful in every respect as I went on my
way alone each day into forests of childhood, walking on
pathways I'd create on my own.