Tap Your Feet

• Amelia Tsindos, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2008

I’ve got butterflies in my tummy, and I’m feeling kinda funny, I’m getting really excited.
The lights go down, and I cannot frown, it’s finally our turn now.
The music starts and my legs are apart, I’m concentrating very hard.
I move my feet to the catchy beat, tapping the steps who knows how many times I’ve practiced.
We strike our final pose, though no-one knows, how proud we all are.
The audience clap madly, while we tip-toe off stage happily.
We are dancers.