A poem I wrote about my favorite hobby.

Stretching muscles, pointing toes,

Doing splits, pada bor re.

Moving in synchronization,

Memorizing every step.

Sweating, working, thrilling.

Making new friends,

Remembering old ones.

Testing out new shoes,

Meeting new teachers.

Remembering, laughing, exciting.

Heart pounding, head spinning,

Grinning through the glaring lights.

Preparing for the big recital,

Practicing every night.

Watching, smiling, trying.

Staring into the unfamiliar crowd,

The music blares so very loud.

Trying to ignore the itchy costume,

This year is ending way too soon.



The End

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