Wonderful Playground Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stringing ideas like popcorn or cranberries that are going
to be placed on Christmas trees, enjoying the anticipation
and picture appearing in my mind.

Elated and overjoyed at new prospects that are entering
this mind without ever stopping, thinking and living in a
constant form of poetical compositions.

A reality of this inner being that fascinates not just
others, but also myself, an illustrious and wonderful play-
ground of imagination, always at my beck and call in daily
life.