Tug Of War Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Branches hanging down overhead as Tory plays his guitar purely
and delectably, a sense of peace surrounding this mind as he
fingers notes, taking my mind into a fantasyland.

Beautiful renditions in starlight, twinkling in my mind so en-
ticingly and clearly, voices singing in angelic tones, giving
me pleasure.

Stirring up other dimensions hidden within my soul, a tug of
war going on beneath the surface, loving the savory aromas as
they fly into the night.