Back In The Sixties Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Charades being spoken silently as crimson and clover roll
over and over in a steady rhythm throughout the night,
bringing back feelings felt from years ago.

Being so much younger back then, going to college, having
good times, fun and laughter, always running alongside of
us as we ran from one class to another at A.S.U.

Back in the sixties, learning and enjoying our times with
one another while listening to songs, their volumes of
melodies and rhythms that were never-ending as far as we
were concerned.