Picture Books Of Another Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feeling pleasure coming through echoes of musical latitudes,
touching upon rhythms of this earthly life, watching as it
dwindles through the years.

Time calling in when least expected, finding that riding
to each rhythm tantalizes mind and being, wandering down
tracks looking for the whistle blowing through the night.

Never slowing down, moving and being energized in all areas
of living, taking the fastest rhythms down into the valley,
hoping to not have to travel til morning.

Wanting to stop and enjoy the scenery and landscapes, por-
traying every detail a mind loves to see, putting it all
into picture books of another time.