Cantering Into Measures Of Joy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms picking up, leading into one of our favorite songs
that Cold Front plays so well, energy building and spirits
rising like a rocket in Nasa's area.

Watching as guitar picks on the strings, getting that wagon
wheel rocking into the night, lifting souls into heavenly
boundaries quickly and sensationally.

Toasting sounds of color as they soar into the atmosphere,
taking our minds up into a myriad of clouds, hiding as the
tempos keep building higher and higher.

Always keeping up with rhythms as they canter joyfully
into measures of joy and happiness all through this
fabulous nighttime celebration of life tonight.