Music And Thoughts Flowing Into The Night Air Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drums rocking into a favorite song, called Wagon Wheel that
this poet calls rock me Mama, a Christmas song of sorts that
touched mind and intellect as it's being sung.

Wanting to hear it all the time when with the band, because
it rocks this poet like crazy, loving hearing and singing it
all the time.

Words fitting right in time, being in synch perfectly in the
beauty and wind blowing in music tonight, feeling the beats
and tempos as they flow into the night air.