Around The Campfire Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding through the mountains having a good time, sitting in
the saddle, using our minds, remembering all the wonder and
beauty we've seen through the years.

On the range, galloping in the sun, rain or sleet, enjoying
blue skies, cloudy ones, all having the same effect as a
guitar plays around the campfire each night.

A total delight that cannot be beaten for the desert and its
mountains are the perfect setting for a peaceful soul and
spirit.

An amazing lifetime filled with the past, riding in the saddle,
taking time to see scenery and landscapes, always finding some-
thing new to see in patterns and designs created by Mother Nature.