It was test day. I stepped into my ballet room. I was so scared. My stomach felt queasy, and my legs were stiff like pencils. It was time to do the splits.
I stretched and pulled. My heart was talking to me, saying, “I’m terrified!” It was beating so fast I thought it would burst.
I spread out my legs as far as I could, and I did it! My legs felt like rubber bands! I had to do the splits 7 times!
After the test, my teacher said, “Good job!” My heart felt like it was in Disneyland. I was so happy.
By Anastacia, 2nd grade
This house is very empty.
There are only cleared-out spaces.
But this house has
This house is a dreamer.
It wakes me up early in the morning
So that I can dance to its ancient
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
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.
Dance like your feet want
Dance like the color red
Dance like a summer night
Dance like hot sauce
Dance like you love yourself
Dance like your hair’s on fire
Dance like there’s no tomorrow
Dance like there is a tomorrow
and you’ll see me
by Ebony, 16
I hear people dancing the tango and ballet.
It’s like a hurricane out there.
But they’re dancing
in the hurricane’s eye.
By Thomas, 3rd grade
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