Sweet, strong, and loud,
They float through the air
Telling me “Come!”
Dance, if I dare
I lift up my head,
My heart jumps upward.
I must go dance to
The music I’ve heard.
I step on the floor,
Caught up in life’s song,
My hands start to clap,
My feet bound along!
I whirl and I twirl,
I slide and I leap,
The music’s notes through
My heart slowly seep.
Tapping and turning,
Clapping and spinning,
The notes and the music,
The noise and the singing.
The next week passed quickly. My pupils were settling into their lessons quite well, and I was beginning to feel more at ease in the role of teacher. On the last day of the school week, I received my first evaluation from the school board. I had known it was coming and its approach gave me no end of anxiety, but nonetheless I was delighted to find that the board had ranked me favorably in all areas. I promptly sent their report home in a letter to my family.
wooden stairs I climbed, my feet
bound tight with string. I climbed
up into the darkness with a pack at my heels
a pack of dogs or wolves or mice or deer I could not tell.
into darkness danced we all, springing
up on silent feet
in time to the drums and to the pipes way up above.
what song played pipe and drum, that wound its way below?
though eagerly I danced and sprang to it, I do not know.
intro ambience...
bass beat in a steady groove.
makes everybody in the club want to move.
chipstep is a wonderful sound, with a
bass so hard that it shakes the ground
party suddenly filled with robots
music slowly getting more like
sound is building, cymbal filling the
silence spilling from the speakers.
drums kick in on a simple beat.
just enough to make you move your feet.
the sound spills into the street.
making everyone who hears start dancing.
Thank you HomeschoolGirl for the title to this story.
I hope you enjoy this. It started with a simple idea. We are building a new garage onto our house, and the entrance to the second floor is through my room. On the first warm day of the year, I was in there and I had the windows open. the room in the first part of the story is like the incomplete upstairs of our garage. To enlarge a little, it is just plywood and boards. If you have ever seen the inside of a house or shed under construction, you'll know what this is like. i described it pretty well in the story, but that's enough of an intro. Please enjoy this.
Glimmering chandeliers cast light around the open room,
While the shiny wooden floors were polished perfectly smooth, and soon,
The musically inclined enter with a flurry of skirts and shoes,
Their instruments, into the dance hall they were moved.
Hear the voices rise and fall as excitement fills the night air,
The anticipation, twas almost too much to bear.
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Gone are secrets, sorrow, and shyness,
21.
Lily white, her crown of snow
In curving light her petals grow.
Bird in flight sees her below,
Moved by sight of such a glow.
22. Spring
First won't look like much
but it smells and sounds and feels
like coming alive
23.
“I hope you dance,” whispered Moira
To Neal at their very first ball
“Sweet lass!” he said as he kissed her
They were wed before the next fall.
“I hope you dance,” Cora’s brother
Teased as he saw her big chance
But the man who made eyes at his sister
Strange creatures with their elven ears
converge and chitter, sparkle here;
on tiptoes so they dance, my dears
while their master dangles petty fears
"Hold up your lovely faces, darlings--
remember, no more tears."
One-winged they in circles ring
while the great white bird, it sings;
it spreads its wide, majestic wings
while inside its iron cage, hovering
"Violins, knots and puppets, darlings--
all are made with strings."
Based on a true story…
The lights were dim; people milled around the dance floor. Girls in simple costumes of plaid cotton stood in groups, talking and laughing among themselves. The rustling of skirts punctuated by a booming laugh from a gentleman in the corner filled the air. Several couples promenaded around the room, stopping only to introduce themselves or to visit with old friends.