Riding Galloping Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reeling into the evening with justifiable rhythms taking me
down trails of country western melodies, feeling upbeats
rising and swelling into my heart and soul.

Riding rhythms, galloping into the sunset with hopeful joy
and promise, letting tempos take my being into the darkness
of this desert night.

Riding into another midnight, eyes wide open and mind flow-
ing with ideas, concentrating intensely within intellect
where they stand the test of time in measures of long-last-
ing harmonies.