Sound Of Bullets Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here enjoying listening to music, hearing gun fire
coming loudly over the mountains and rhythms rapidly sound-
ing in the atmosphere, loving to hear it!

Always having a love for guns, rifles, weapons, learning
how to shoot when I was twelve years old in Girl Scouts,
we had a very progressive yet old-fashioned leader.

One who felt that girls needed to learn how to defend them-
selves from those intent on doing them harm, we were taught
every aspect of safety and were taught by an expert.

Growing up with the sound of bullets riddling targets, feel-
ing comfortable and confident with it, enjoying the sound of
it's freedom and liberty filling me completely here in the
United States Of America.