Tasting The Old Frontier Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Favorite song now being played for everyone to hear this
afternoon, moving to its rhythms here in daylight, writing
of its many measures of rhythms as they come into the open.

Disclosing a secret of this mere poet as she sings Rock Me
Mama with the band all the while listening and writing
poetry through musical rhythms.

Always taking this mere poet into the mountainous deserts,
this favorite song's title is actually, Wagon Wheel, but
I think of it as my own.

The desert comes up to the roof to meet with this poetical
mind and intellect, meshing notes and tempos into each and
every melody into the atmosphere.

Tasting the old frontier first hand, loving how this song
makes this poet feel, giving energy and taking away all the
sadness and loss of this earthly life today on the rooftop
of Outlaws in Carefree, Arizona.