Theresa Ann Moore
The Dance Recital - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
In early fall, young dancers begin their learning.
Weekly to the studio, conscientiously returning.
Ages range from teenagers down to preschool.
Practicing moves to catchy tunes that are cool.
As the russet autumn leaves begin to descend.
Dancers synchronize as dance steps transcend.
Throughout snowflake months they keep going.
Colorful costumes are ordered; pride is showing.
Fragrant spring blooms are now in full flower.
The rehearsal is quickly approaching the hour.
Cherry lips and dazzling attire are transforming.
Anticipation electrifies thoughts of performing.
The moment has arrived; the auditorium is filling.
Parents scan programs; their child has top billing.
The lights grow faint, as optimistic murmurs slow.
A veiled voice invites everyone to enjoy the show.
Velvet curtains open, revealing poised performers.
The bright stage lights are enhancing transformers.
As the music starts, it thaws the frozen mannequins.
After months of guidance, the presentation begins.
Consecutively, each accomplished group is applauded.
Deserving, they receive kudos and are promptly lauded.
After the intermission, the finale is getting a little nearer.
The kinder-tots are next; they couldn’t look any dearer.
Bravely toe tapping the miniature darlings dance.
Suddenly one little sweetheart went into a trance.
The audience caught her eye, causing a long pause.
As the dance ends; smiles accompany kind applause.
At the end of the recital, all participants are commended.
Hard work has resulted in a presentation that was splendid.
Relatives are proud of their achievers as they congratulate.
All talented performers will be remembered as being great.
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