Sand Dancer Poem by Rhonda Baker

Oh it's a dreary gray day for a sand dance
This cold March is in need of a romance

The fires and dreams that fuel your imagination
A recent trip to St.Pete's my new inspiration

Florida's warm winds blew me north, but Michigan's cold winds blow me down
Trying to heed the calling to create, before the dismissive world comes back around

Oh the glories magic seems to call me and in its heat my cheeks blush
Its roaring flames tell my heart "Beat" and make my blood want to rush

Oh this glorious sand dance seems to beat in my heart
Oh this crazy hot romance wants to pull my mind apart

I want to blow a memory, to twirl the pipe there in my hands
To make something unique out of all this worlds sands

To capture a moment and shape it with Love
To send it out into the world, like releasing a dove.

3/31/19 RHo