Senses Feeling Angels Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms turning this head, mind delving straight into them,
feeling them touching senses, awakening and refreshing each
of them.

Feeling like angels are here, giving spiritual blessings
from God above, so inclined and inspired in the wonder of
this night filled with intense music from "Cold Front Band".

Mind racing faster, pen keeping up, heart one with rhythms
and tones, totally being attuned to incessant beats of drums,
guitars, key board and fiddle being played, intensifying the
sound throughout the Wagon Yard.