Riding The Wind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to a deep voice that's coming across, wielding
an inner strength that purposely finds its way onto the
stage.

Tempting everyone to tap their feet, sway their hips and
step into measures of time together, riding the wind down
dusty back streets.

Taking time to see all the sights as they are passed by,
mind photographically taking pictures for later on when
finally getting home, alone with tonight's memories.