Ballet
Deep in a meadow greenly gay I am watching the blade of grass ballet. Tall-and supple blades of- grass Deftly curtsy as they pass; To and fro They come and go, In and out And round about. Now they thread a weaving chain Which links the stream To the winding lane. The wind is the ballet master. Slowly he stirs the blades, then, ‘ ‘ faster, Faster,” he cries, till a long and thin Note from his flute Halts their pirouettes And they mould their formß into silhouettes; Then joining hands they trip and wheel, While, “toe, heel, all chasse, toe, heel, ’ ’ Calls the master, urges them again, “Swiftly, more swiftly,” till the blades attain The rhythmic loveliness of summer rain. —Pauline Pearl Strach.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6809, 12 January 1929, Page 15
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123Ballet Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6809, 12 January 1929, Page 15
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