Tasting Freedom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Four mountains standing one behind and alongside each
other, regal and majestic, beautiful to the touch of
my mind's eyesight, as I hug them each in turn through
my heart's imagination.

Soaring to the top of the first one, jumping from one
to another, feeling the total exhilaration and adrena-
line rush filling me with an energetic exuberance, my
emotions being filled with joy.

Playing upon these mountaintops like a child through
the interior video I'm creating, as I go along through
this poem, tasting the freedom of intellect from within
my soul.