Thank the Lord this is not like a real job.. I'd be fired if it was...
Here is the poem that goes on the back of the painting once it is finished... Enjoy.
Love of the Dance in flight
I remember feeling like I was flying then I would dance.
I loved the dance,
The language of the dance that flows,
The beat of the music from the sounds of the bows,
The grace of the moves,
The power of the story it tells,
The pink, white or black toe shoes,
The padding of the toes in Lambs wool,
The Jazz hands,
The tapping of the tap shoes,
To the beat of the sounds are infinitely sweet,
The hours of dancing to get it just right,
The changing backstage because there no time,
The beautiful costumes,
Watching has they painted the drops,
The sores on my feet from all the work that hurt a lot,
The love of it all,
He taught the moves and showed me his love of the flight.
The flight of the dance and love of the sight of the flight.
Dance to the beat...
In honor of my instructor, Buddy Harris. I can still
"Dance to the beat."
Copyright ©2009 Michelle Reid