Skies Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living, not caring about strains of life and it's
hardships, as long as melodies of rhythm can be
heard above it all.

Fantastic, intense, giving an innate energy that
keeps me going no matter what time of day or night,
feeling like I'm back in days of the wild west.

Listening to cowboy songs that take me soaring,
flying into skies of the past, traveling into
straits of life-long liberty and freedom.

Wishing everyone could be a part of this quiet
interior life, but it seems many were never
taught how to achieve it.