Reality Being Sung In A Melody Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitars wailing into the night, drums beating to their tempos,
music now expressing feelings and thoughts that are always
being dealt with here on earth.

Tempting and taunting with musical rhythms in the twilight
of this evening, reality beinung in a melody that's taking
everyone onto the dance floor, enjoying the beauty of music.

The whole band as they hold onto their instruments upong the
stage, playing heartily and steadily throughout the night
here at the Wagon Yard.

People dressed in western attire, boots and all, dancing to
cowboy songs, as they are played beautifully in synch, hold-
ing onto partners as music takes their hearts and souls.

Minds attuned incessantly into rhythms being played so very
energetically and harmoniously upon the stage tonight, enter-
taining fully with voices and instruments of the band.

"Cold Front" is a fantastic and energetic band that we all
love, looking forward to listening to them, wonder and awe
filling everyone here in depths of rhythm.