The Dancer Poem by Owen Cullimore

She moves like an Angel with gossamer wings
with all the delights that being from heaven brings
that angelic smile that lights up a room
and her wonderful hearts glow that always lifts the gloom

As she dances and twirls around
her dress flowing yet so near the ground
as it rises up her long legs come into view
when the pirouette she tries to do

Up on tiptoe she glides around
the audience making no sign of sound
breathtaking maneuvers she makes at will
the scenery behind her quiet and still

Pictures of an enchanted forest show
All she wants the people to know
what her dance is all about
without having to sing or shout

The stories simple easy to follow
as she dances in sleepy hollow
whether daytime or night time scene
she glides around the floor like she's in a dream

As she skips and jumps and does her turn
young girls in the audience sit mesmerized and yearn
to be just like her a star so bright
and have that moment, a great first night

All that training, all that work
never a moment to rest or shirk
if to be that shining star on the stage
you need to start dancing at an early age

So much dedication and the heart
to make it through from the very start
the sacrifices' that she has made
to be at the top, where she has stayed

And as she moves with delicate ease
the only sound a muffled sneeze
to see this artiste in full bloom
as she captivates everyone's heart in the room