Goal: write a song a month, with the resolve to not self-edit or worry if it’s crap. Let's write this one with my folkie favorite Christine Lavin in mind. This is the month I should be going to adult nationals; instead, I'm home.
Light tracings on a light blue canvas,
Frost scraped away.
Sharp edges pushing and pulling,
The effort for the day.
A melody of twists and turns,
For it's poetry laid on ice.
Bracket to counter, a sustained glide,
This dance is my one true vice.
It's a symphony of movement,
With clever athletic leaps.
Jumps named for former greats,
A legacy we are bound to keep.
Do I do it for the cheers?
Maybe just a bit.
Do I do it for the medals?
I admit they give me a lift.
But I do it for the movement,
The clever athletic leaps,
A chance to prove I can be great,
Pride in myself I keep.
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