She hath wings

It seems like it was just yesterday –

The Grand Chain and the Strathspey-

My purple skirt and cheery face

Dancing lithely in the space!

Travelling step, then right and left

The music churning; timing kept-

Those were the days of love and dreaming;

Cares forgotten- face kept beaming.

Easy to imagine that I could go far,

As I danced the pas de basque.

On and on, the music played-

With energy I could have stayed

Yet sadly I laid those shoes to rest

Thinking that it would be best.

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Now my daughter learns sevens with ease

Over two threes and skipping knees

A fun way for energy to burn …

I have a notion to return!

The Scottish dance continued on

The Irish too, when it was gone.

It doesn’t matter what I choose;

My feet were born for dancing shoes.

© M.Patterson 21.8.22