An Interior Spirituality Building Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ever notice that country-western music goes up and down just
like riding in the saddle across the desert, rounding up the
cattle?

Same way it takes our minds and spirits into the wild west,
building an interior spirituality that automatically fits
right in with beats of rhythms as they touch our hearts.

Charging them and our souls as we go invisibly riding into
the sunset, rhythms guiding us along, passing mile-high
saguaros and barrel cacti, leaving them stuck in our minds.