11: 14 a.m.
Music glorifying this bright and beautiful Arizona
morning, exacting and upbeat, so titillating to all
senses.
Rocking in the cradle of intellect, taking us to new
heights, soaring above rhythms, feeling elated with
every note played.
So perfect and lovely, taking others along highways
of life through music, lifting spirits into another
dimension.
Forgetting all strife bearing down, rhythms allowing
it to be thrown away.
Writing comfortably in an atmosphere of intellect's
imagination, so contented and refined. 11: 15 a.m.
(10/25/14)
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chadjeordie/
