To Square Dance With You

To Square Dance With You

A Poem by speakingcolors
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I recently went square dancing and had some of the most fun I've had in awhile.

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As we spin

'round and 'round

a circle not so square,

I touch your hand,

and to the next,

until we meet again.

 

Then away

I let you go,

right back the way you came.

And 'round we go,

couples four,

until we're back to one.

 

First to the right,

and now the left,

I twirl you by my side.

We file back,

now through the gate

and sashay down the line.

 

You're my lady,

you're my girl,

you're the famer's daughter.

I've knocked one

and he's a-home,

please let me take your hand.

 

So do-si-do

and promenade

and be my partner true.

But if I fight

and lose your hand,

return please once again.

 

I'll swing with you,

only you,

if that is what you wish,

because I know,

if left to me,

I'd hold you 'till the end.

© 2008 speakingcolors


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You certainly would hold her to the end, wouldn't you?

You had quite a well-paced tempo to the poem, very easy to follow. Basic thematic element encompassed around a square dance with good, clear, visual imagery. Simplicity is often the best method to use because most of us are very simple people.

When I write a song or poem with a rigid tempo and meter I normally will set up a rhyming scheme so the audience will be more likely to remember it. So, why did you decide to not have a rhyming scheme?

Posted 16 Years Ago


the rhythm in this is so wonderful! and the way youve written it takes me to some old time square dance party in a barn in the country. haha i love it!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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