Precious Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind racing, reaching for the skies, desire burning
intensely, wishing to be quenched.

Life-times of precious memories focused, floating on
clouds of white, gray, black of impending storms,
unlike any others ever seen.

Winds gusting, blowing continuously, moving, twisting,
sending perfect pictures and images to mind.

Once living on plains of decadence, looking up to see
the magnificent beauty created by nature for all of
us to gaze upon now.