Setting Fire To Our Souls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music being played live, no jukebox allowed here, we cowboys
and cowgirls taking our music seriously, nothing to replace
the fun and enjoyment we're all having tonight at the Wagon
Yard.

Twisting, turning, sliding, doing line dances and dancing
to our hearts content to boot scooting boogies, wailing on
the guitar, drums beating frantically into the atmosphere.

Keyboard adding to energetic melodies, all rhythms taking
our minds into fast-paced music as everyone steps into the
open here tonight.

Clipping and going to town, not missing a single step, always
with tempos in synch, going up and down chords into the night,
heel and toe falling into a repertoire of fantastic, beautiful
and energetic music, loving to hear it's sounds as they ex-
plode and set fire to our souls at the Wagon Yard.