This house is very empty.
There are only cleared-out spaces.
But this house has
something special.
This house is a dreamer.
It wakes me up early in the morning
So that I can dance to its ancient
song of
praise.
This house is set where
two rivers meet and rush.
Have you ever danced until the
thieving sunset stole your light of day?
Because I have, in my house.
The blue stones in the rain
are the music that I dance to.
My house is made of brick and wood.
But my house has a soul. Believe it.
My house is old, but comfortable.
I touch the rusted pipes that still let me live.
My pliés and pirouettes are better
when I’m in my house on the top floor.
My blood, pumping out imagination until
the day draws to
its close.
I leap and bound on my garden path.
I skip across the quiet river.
A peaceful house,
a peaceful setting,
a dancer’s house.
by Anna, 3rd grade
Click the link (above) to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Jaycee Jamison, a 4th grader from Parker Elementary.
This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.
Keisha
Thank you for the beautiful poem.
From a dance teacher in HISD.