Windswept And Blown Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching into rhythms that have penetrated this being,
having fun moving to music as it soothes our souls,
going into depths that rarely are seen except in dreams.

Windswept and blown into tall weeds and fields of another
time, rounding up the debris with rakes of the past, ex-
citedly.

Finding the surest way of getting past unruly people, pass-
ing by everybody as we continue going into visions of what
we've always wanted as our own.

Never getting it, creating values and taking it all into
hands of the truly blessed and needy, rousting things
that are needed most on the road of life as it ends right
around the corner.