Solitary Peace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solitary, feeling like I'm on a deserted island just
wandering around it's sandy shores, looking out to
sea, occasionally coming upon a sea gull as it dives
down and scoops a fish out of the water.

Every once in a while picking up a beautiful shell,
examining it's beauty, tucking it into a pocket of
my jeans, later to add to others that I've collected
through the years.

Enjoying peace and quiet, listening to the waves as
they slap lightly upon the sand and are pulled out to
sea once again, never having any say in doing something
else.

All in all, just living in a wonderful and creative at-
mosphere where I can continue to be myself, writing to
my heart's content, this mind not being disturbed by any-
one else.