Barn Dance Poem by Lamar Cole

Barn Dance



She was a lady who could really prance.
And she loved to strut her stuff at the barn dance.
She was queen on the dance floor.
And she attracted any guy who came through the door.
She was sweet as apple pie.
And she would be country until the day she die.

Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julia Luber 19 August 2019

Again, mesmerizing with charm, simplicity, and point on sense of a country girl,

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