Tradition Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tasting aromas of musical tones and rhythms as they endlessly
flow into this laid back country western restaurant and bar,
yes, this mere poet is once again sitting here in Wagon Yard.

Listening to the "Cold Front" band once again, they seem
to be getting better each time I come here to listen and
write poetry.

Loving the intensity with which they play, music coming
straight from their hearts, touching mine with an abund-
ant amount of thoughts.

Continuing to flow the entire time while sitting here and
writing, leisure time will always find me here in a tradition
of poetry being created.