Never A Stranger To The Energy Of A Child Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Happy trails taking us down rhythmic aisles of yesterday in go karts that we used to race around in circles when we were so much younger, wanting to be entertained.

Never a stranger to the energy of a child, always pushing forward into the density of just being, wanting to touch upon time tables of life's expectations.

In and out, rehearsing and touching the essence and passion of every note and tempo, tracing them into the vast desert and climbing mountains around our house.