THE DANCE III

Her costume sparkles as she waits to win
The music begins loud and very fast
She dances with a high kick and a spin
The look her face shows she's having a blast

The music takes a turn and slowly quickly
Seriousness replaces her smile
She's making her opponents looks sickly
She feels as thought she has run twenty miles

Then the music in a sweet love song
Her toe shoes carry her across the floor
Then softly you hear the sound of a gong
She looks as though she could fly out the door

Sweat very lightly forms upon her brow
She steps and gracefully takes a bow.