Intellectual Pursuits Of A Cowgirl Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being just a cowgirl from way back, moving with rhythms of a
horse galloping beneath me, nothing else mattering except
feeling the wind blowing across my face and hair flowing behind.

A wonderful and intense feeling starting deep within my being,
feeling adrenalin building as we galloped together into the
horizon.

Loving the way life was being fulfilled easily and simply, re-
quiring no effort, totally enjoying feelings rising higher in-
to intellectual pursuits that would be addressed later on, know-
ing that mind and ingenuity would be combined intuitively.