I Dance: Dedicated to My Dance Teacher
by
Jenna T.
(Age: 15)
copyright 08-15-2004
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Everyone's watching
As I step onto the stage,
The curtain goes up,
I hear the crowd's screaming rage
And I dance
I let the music take me away
And I dance
Tap, Jazz, and Ballet
I jump and twirl,
I stand on my toes,
I smile real big
And make my ending pose
The curtain goes down
The crowds clap and cheer
I had danced away my troubles
I had danced away my fears
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This poem is dedicated to Miss Caroline. Thanks for being my inspiration for my past three years of dancing. You helped each student when they needed it and you'd never let us give up (Especially when I wanted to in Jazz stretches LOL). You would make me laugh when I was down and put humor and fun into each activity we did; from funky jazz moves to arabescs in ballet. Thanks for making my dance classes a great new experience! See you next year for a whole new level of dance (even if I'm only in one of your classes).
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Jenna,
What a nice tribute to your teacher, and I can see she has inspired you.
This is a nice, light poem. The story flows well, your rhymes are good, and you bring the reader right up onto the stage with you! You convey your emotions as you take us through the dance.
Good writing.
Joan
Through dance, you've been given a gift of extremely high value. You can use it as a release, you can use it as a mask, you can use it as excercis, as expression, as a way to ward off depression! Unlike an instrument you have to rent, buy, store, and keep... your body is your instrument... go make some visual music! :-)
This is such an awesome poem. I found one mistake in the poem. Between Tap and Jazz you need a coma, Rather then that awesome job. I really like the last stanza. If we open the contests again I believe you should enter the contest with this poem.
Toni S.