The Brass City Ballet...

In the school of dance,
     where the young girls prance
as the music of the ages plays;
     in movements practiced
by the greats of history
     these young ladies learn the mystery
of hard work and effort,
     of caring a support for each other
Graceful girls jumping in unison,
     twirling like tops,
an ethereal vision
     as they jump and rebound
as the floorboards pound
     out the rhythm of the music
Quick of mind and sure footed,
     these girls are special,
for not all are suited
     for it takes a certain kind of control
Dance is your heart keeping time
     with the music in your soul
And those who teach are a breed apart,
     giving their time and experience
so these angels have a good start,
     a solid base on which to stand
Caring souls and loving hands
     who remember what it was to be young,
who know it's hard work
     but in order to learn
the lessons must be fun
     for martinets teach no one,
cracking the whip won't get it done,
     you will have lost your students
before you've begun
     if you don't lead by example
It really is a simple as this,
     not something you can readily dismiss;
teaching the arts is a gentle kiss
     and not a cattle prod
Dance on, young ladies
     it is a gift from God...
           09-09-10