Producing Literature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going deeply within where no one can follow, loving the solitary
environment totally, rhythms and music the only things that are
heard and responded to.

Memories coming alive, spreading through intellect, reaching
into the very depths of being, allowing intellect to create
and develop whatever it wants.

Giving the freedom and liberty to produce literature silently
and incessantly, filling pages of journals with messages of
nature and humanity.