Tasting Energy In Colors Of Sound Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slow and steady, galloping down dusty trails,
entering another tomorrow filled with bravery
and talent, singing steadily, raising caine.

Finding the energy that will never let go for
anything, a happy event of a lonely night
being had in a totally fantastic atmosphere.

One that keeps following angels of light into
and around picture puzzles of an entire life-
time.

Enjoying and tasting the exquisite colors of
sound as they trot alongside for the fun of
it.