Immediate Sense Of Gratification Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling out into the beauty of this night, giving us all
a breath of fresh air and a new look at life through all
types of rhythms coming from the band.

All tempos and sounds building, surrounding everyone here
tonight, looking ahead, seeing important aspects of being
alive here and now.

Mind and intellect respected in unison as sounds of color
rotate and revolve onto the stage without any help from
anyone.

A blessed event that happens each and every time, "Cold
Front" steps upon the stage at the Wagon Yard, a wonder-
ful and immediate sense of gratification every time.

Strings meshing with drums and guitars, taking our worlds
into imaginations avenues and playgrounds, then in comes
the fiddle and we vanish into another dimension.