Ballet Toes

• Lily Folds, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

It all started when I was four,
Straight as I walked through the ballet door.
I rose up on to my toes,
I even felt a tingling sensation up my nose.
I am now finally ten,
My toes point like a sharp pen.
I leap high into the blue sky,
One day I will fly so high.
Tonight is the really big night,
When I take my emotional flight.
I hear music in my soul,
Visions of my dance the broken doll.
Tonight I will steal the stage,
I might even make it onto the front page.
When I'm famous for ballet,
Everyone will crowd as a melee.
Well goodbye for now,
I'll prove to the crowd that I dance,
Way better than a cow.