Line Dancing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding across the floor in time with the music,
line dancing to the beats of the Electric Slide.

Contemplating steps in a certain order,
containing every motion needed to keep up with
everyone else.

Side-stepping, crashing into each other and
laughing merrily.

Lights spinning overhead in a continuous circle
of color, falling upon each dancer in precise
spots.

Smiling and educating each other with new and
improved moves and steps.

Difficult for some and simple for others.