Cold Front popping the lid off a can of music, reigning us all
in with tantalizing sounds of rock n' roll country, innocence
pure and resonant being played on stage.
Reaching us interiorly, touching our spirits fully, exercising
our wonder and curiosity, giving both a place in literature and
music for the future.
A sacred purpose, the best type of living out on the range, a
western frontier, peaceful and silent until Cold Front takes out
their instruments, playing for us lively, vibrant and creatively.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem