Soul of An Eagle, Life of a Dancer
The way he moves, like he’s floating on wings,
Dancing in beat to the song that he sings;
Dipping down, then up again fast,
A dance like his goes on, unsurpassed;
He spins to the left and then to the right,
Listen closely to the beautiful song he recites;
“Ya hey-ya hey-ya” he chants to the beat of the drums,
One by one the crowd is awed and one by one succumbs;
To the spell that his slow movements have cast,
Till they have no perception of time that has passed;
His deliberate actions tell of his tale,
Of how one day he will prevail;
And soar with the beings up in the sky,
And then to the heavens he will fly!
~Honorable Mention in the "Fill in the Blanks" Contest by Paula Swanson~
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