Persian Ballet Poem by Birdie Anderson

Starting their Persian ballet
The fireflies are on their way
The dusk begins to end the day
As the grass bends like the sea waves

With rush of wind
And the kicking of sand
Wear your red point shoes
With the nodding of heads
And the arms stiffened
Everything is in a harmony
Step after step
Swing after swing
This is what we call
Dancing

The deer leap to each heart beat
The dancers sing to another sweetly
The children the watch
As mother forgets to weep

With rush of wind
And the kicking of sand
Wear your red point shoes
With the nodding of heads
And the arms stiffened
Everything is in a harmony
Step after step
Swing after swing
This is what we call
Dancing

As the dancers eyes collide
And hearts bells ring inside
A plague of thoughts
The children now have been taught

Ending their Persian ballet
Bowing heads are heavy
Arms are steel and weak
This is what we call
Dancing