Ballet

• Laura-louise Conroy, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

Ballerinas gliding like the wind in one's hair.
A leap and a jump while everyone stares.
Dancing on the stage, applause echos through the hall.
With a twirl her tu tu will spin,
Round and round it goes.
The moonlight flickers catching the eye of the glittering costume.
Like a rose floating on the sparkeling water.
While a mother watches her young daughter.
All the moments we share.
All the laughter we carry.
Oh I wish I was still dancing,
On the stage that I will always admire.