RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Resting in the peace of serenity, feeling at last the love that
was meant for me alone, finding it exciting to have, thrilling
me no end.
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Living dies a little each moment we live our lives, although we
rarely if ever think of it, going our way, doing what we choose
and love to do every day.
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Filled with pleasure at the start of every day, enjoying the
morning sun as it fills me with warmth and vitamin D, letting
it entice positive moods and attitudes to fill me constantly.
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Silently retiring in the midst of a hectic and busy day,
watching all the activity as it hits me squarely with
it's motion daily.
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Driving along the highway, mountains coming alongside
the truck as I drive through them.

Sharply pointing towards the heavens, showing the way
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Loving the U.S.A., rocking in a little western restaurant here
in Duncan, Arizona, enjoying the quaint atmosphere and antique
relics of days gone by.
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Still here, sitting, waiting for our lunch being prepared back
in the kitchen, looking around, seeing an old tree trunk with
different cattle brands on it in the center of the restaurant.
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Four plus hours through the beauty of Arizona, mountains, deserts,
farms full of cotton fields and corn, boulders everywhere when
coming to the Dragoon Mountains where Indians hid out in the past.
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Reaching into depths of this intellect, collecting memories and
images of the past, connecting them to the present, hoping they
will still remain in future visions.
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Peering out the restaurant windows, watching people walk by,
cars traveling through town, everyone just passing through
or stopping to eat some lunch.
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