Bunches Of My Poems

Prancing, Dancing, Swaying

I was as happy as a deer one afternoon,
Prancing,
Dancing,
Swaying,
Tip tapping on the sement floor,
I danced.

I was free,
I wasn't free,
Though,
I felt free,
We felt free.

I danced to the music that played on the tall towers,
Dancing,
Dance,
Danced.

My feet lined up with the stones on this sement floor,
Prancing,
Prance,
Pranced.

My body swaying with this joyful music,
Swaying,
Sway,
Swayed.

I was not alone a friend was there,
Watching,
Watch,
Watched.

I danced on the sement floor one afternoon,
As happy as a deer I was,
Pranced,
Danced,
Swayed.