Tracks Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking time to rest and relax here at Buddy Stubbs,
rocking to Doc and Gaul's musical rhythms, frolick-
ing, laughing, joking around with them.

Taking turns, keeping fun moving forward on tracks
of this life train, whistle now blowing, letting
everyone know they need to move out of the way.

If not, then they'll be run over by the fast-paced
rhythms and tempos, taking many precautions, but
continuing on this fantastic and sensational journey.

Going into an atmosphere of love and caring, giving
of self to music and rhythms altogether, getting lost
in the midst of a guitar picking and strumming.

Notes and tempos of every song being played, getting
down with this music, finding self in it's midst, let-
ting go and rocking to it totally.

Not looking where I'm going, just letting them take me
into jungles of talented musicians along with melodies
and holding on for dear life to their coattails.