Wandering Around Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering Around



An oldie but goodie now being played, riding up and down
in the saddle, wandering around, watching whatever comes
into view.

Staying closely to the skirts of melodies, dancing with
rhythms going in all directions, taking life on a journey
alone into depths of another universe far from this earth.

Thursday, July 14, 2016
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