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Tuesday, February 03, 2004   This is a poem about Evansville Dance Theatre The music fills the warm damp air The heads turn sharply The girls move as one to the beat As the teacher corrects their feet The studio door suddenly creaks A gush of cold air pours in Refreshing the hallway Someone entering the theatre Outside the studio, two small girls Greet the heater like an old friend, Patting it like a well-behaved child. It repays them with warmth The children crane their necks To see the "older girls" dancing They wish to be like us But they have no idea No idea what's expected of us No idea what kind of self-deprication we put ourselves through No idea that every minute we have to worry about how we act How we eat, how we look We must set the example In the hallway, a man jigs while reading the bulliten board He turns distractedly from notice to notice What's on his mind? We soon see For a young girl runs out of the studio To hug him He holds her in his arms Kisses her and commends her hard work They leave hand in hand The Dance Theatre Memory maker Memories that last a life time - posted by Jewels @ 7:51 PM Comments: Post a Comment