Poem

Mirror mirror on the wall,

Who is the wisest of them all?

Who’s smile is like the moon’s soft glow,

And grows in voice like a horns low blow.

Who dances with grace of a swan,

And has hair like the fire of dawn.

Who What Where is this creature?

Call forth this so called teacher!

Teacher of dance.

Teacher of rhythm.

Teacher who needs no reason.

Come forth and challenge me.

I dare you.

I swear to you,

I shall wait here beyond the sea of everlasting eternity.

By Kendall Wright