Watching Blossoming Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Blossoming Talent



Watching everything blossom around me in an environment
of peace and culture.

Standing in the aisles of past remembrances, living life
over again in visions of images.

Seeing talent as it existed when I was very young, an
extraordinary thing to watch on interior screens,
amazing to see even now at sixty-three.

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