The Ballerina

I twist and turn; I fly so high; With grace and poise; Balance in dance! I wear toe- shoes; I’m on my toes; I fling my arms And legs in charms. I leap off ground! The world’s dumb-found; Stretching my limbs, More than they go. I’m dressed in white; I’m strong and light; Earth’s gravity Frightens me not. I dropp to earth, Akin snow-flakes; How feathers do, And autumn leaves. I keep my weight; I love my fate; I use the Barre; I am a star. With mind-control I move each part; I bend and curl, And twirl and dart. I spin top-like; I sing in mike; I’m famous now; To me, all bow. I love my stance, The elegance, The style of dance, And circumstance. But I am not A butterfly! I dance to tune, Stop in mid-air! I’ve trained for years; I’ve shunned my fears; I’ve learnt the craft; ’Tis now an art! I love my exercises; I like my enterprises; I am a ballerina now; I am a ballerina, Wow! Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2007