Rising Energy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Resting upon aging laurels, listening to an upbeat song being sung by a gentleman with a great voice.
Getting everyone to join in and smile.
Jotting down words from his memory, filling our heads with humorous laughter.
Being joyful and taking us all on a ride through rhythm and humor, making everyone have a great time at the Wagon Yard.
Delightful energy rising ever higher, taking poetry into the rafters with each note.