Rustic environment, sitting here at Wagon Yard, enjoying once again, karaoke with Storm.
An elated joy, filling me with excitement for new singers and music.
Rushing through every poem, rhyming each tune with whatever comes to mind.
Being inspired, loving every second imparted to my brain.
Intellect being titillated beyond mention.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-inspired/
