A Dancer’s House

Posted April 12, 2012 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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


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.

A Dancer Is

Posted March 10, 2011 & filed under Notebook.


A dancer is
not afraid
of a crowd
and is not afraid
to be on stage.
She is dancing
with all her heart.
She does not think
if people are saying
bad things. She
practices and practices
until she sees her-
self as a dancer.
She has long hair.
Her voice sounds
like an angel flowing
from Heaven, and
she is very tall.
She is afraid of
messing up, but
she dances from
her heart.

Nikki, 3rd grade