Swan Lake

With laces tied, she is up and away With the glint of the moon on her steel blades The clink of metal as she leaves the ice Pirouette of glee as her soul takes flight Swirling and twirling, a bird on the wing With her scarlet skirt flared out in a ring Without any strings, she flies like a kite A vision of grace on a windless night Carving her masterpiece there on the lake Gaining more power with each breath she takes Joy beneath heaven on a starry night In a world of white drenched in golden light A girl with a dream and a pair of skates Swan in a ballet on a frozen lake. Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada