One, two, three, four!
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
We step, then stretch, then jump, then turn
Split-sole jazz shoes in unison
First pat, then slide, then glide, then twist
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
We lunge, then lean, then leap, then shift
Our heads held high, our movement brisk
Our thoughts, actions, bodies are hers
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
Our faces set to concentrate
Sinuous limbs, feel lithe, alive
So long solo, now we this troupe
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
In public park, ‘ neath cherry trees
Pink blossoms sprinkle tarmac court
Doors and windows of school still closed
And step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
Birds watch, then call, alarmed by us
At practice at dawn in cool spring air
We are again set free to learn
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
To step! And stretch! And jump! And turn!
And rest! Three, four. And take a breath.
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n.b. Prompted by Na/GloPoWriMo 2021 to find inspiration in a painting held in the collection of The Metropolitan Museum of in New York City, I chose:
Star Dancer And Her School of Dance (1913) by Francis Picabia
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Christopher Perry
31st March, 2021
Journey of Words 
Ah, it’s that breath at the end that we all fear just a little bit right now. Very effective.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Could be a cheerleaders chant! Liked the rhythm in the piece
Thank you for reading and your suggestion (and following my blog). I was thinking of a less militaristic beat, but yes, this is true, it could be for cheer leaders too.
I can hear the music and the sound of bodies moving in unison!
Hello Romana! Lovely to have you pop by! I hoped you hear and feel something of this order. Thank you for letting me know!