Ragged Dancer

• Laura Clarke, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2013

Barefoot ragged all alone
Darkness blackness wish I was home
under the shade of an apple tree
The moon comes out and suddenly
there comes a melody
My toes start tappin’ tappin’ with the song
I start dancin’ dancin’ along
my mouth singin’
but before long
through the branches the melody dies
I am left alone