1.23.2009

Graceful


On pointe
That's where I want to go,
Poised upon one magic toe,

Not a wobble, not a lurch,
Still as statues in a church.
Arms raised high and eyes cast low,
Dressed in feathers white as snow,
Not a flicker, not a shake,
Motionless beside the lake.
Round about the stage I'll glide
While the moonlit cygnets hide,
Not a stumble, not a sway,
I'll be there ON POINTE some day।
-Clare Bevans

2 comments:

  1. I only hope she is more flexible than Daddy...she looks like she is enjoying it a lot...Noel

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  2. Liza, I love your photos....they are all spectacular! Congrats! Monique

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Thank you.