Riding Measures Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding Measures Of Music



First thing in the morning riding measures of music, its
rhythms taking us into heights of mountains and through
canyons that sparkle and glitter as the sun hits them.

Spraying all that's invisible in sunshine above in the
atmosphere, feeling the warmth as it clings to us while
riding along trails that are now being seen clearly.

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