Thought I’d share another poem my daughter wrote for her school poetry project:
As I’m waiting on the side stage, watching
My heart is pounding as the music starts
I go on the stage and begin
The audience is watching
The spotlights are turning on
I focus on what I’m doing
I point my toes, keep my head high
I smile a big smile
The audience is watching in silence
I jump, I leap, I spin, I dance my steps
I dance my steps just right
I stop, and so do my classmates
We walk to the front of the stage
We take a bow and the audience claps
I love dancing!
My daughter posing on stage after her recent performance in “Coppélia.”
Only my second post and I am already going to have a “guest” writer – sort of. Let me explain:
My eleven year old daughter frequently complains that she doesn’t like to write, that she is not very good at it, etc. She will admit she does like creative writing, but only if she can choose what to write about. She hates it she is given a topic, even if she can be creative with the writing.
She recently had to write a book of poems for school. She may not like to write much, but boy she sure loves to dance! So naturally, in many of her poems dance made an appearance. This one was my favorite:
Recipe for Dancing
2 heaping cups of flexibility
1 heart full of patience
2 handfuls of listening
1 pinch of dreaming
1 dash of believing
1 sprinkle of working hard
1 pinch of faith
- Take 1 person. Place in one heart full of patience.
- Add 1 pinch of dreaming and 2 handfuls of listening. Mix well.
- Sprinkle generously with working hard.
- Add 1 pinch of faith and one dash believing.
- Slowly add the two heaping cups of flexibility.
- Spread over a period of a lifetime.
My daughter rehearsing for her ballet showcase, June 2011