Dance Teacher Poems
Teacher’s Dance Diary In steps, she spells our growth,Each twirl scribbles hope.Tapping feet on the weary floor,Notes float, our spirits soar.Mirrors reflect more than form,Glimpses of dreams in a storm.Her voice, a rhythm, sets the pace,In our eyes, a quiet grace.Through music, we learn to fly,Lessons in leaps, low and high.In dance, we find a…