THE DANCER

 (Bare Foot Dancing ) 


' The Dancer'  by  Trish 

This lady is a dancer, but she wears no shoes,
She dresses in a sparkling gown,

At times, turns and twirls all around

Until her face turns blue.

The lady's mother thinks, there's something wrong,
She's concerned about her daughter,
Rushes to her side with a glass of water.
Should she instead of, bare foot dancing, turn to song?

But since the very day, she was born,
There's been a beam in her eye,
She was born to dance, no question why.
Her first barefoot step was on their lawn.

As a baby, she crawled for an  hour, then she twirled away,
Round she went, through the trees, skirted the flowers,
Her feet never tired, she even danced, in sun showers.
Though, now not  a child, she still dances barefoot, every day.

Tushie