Winnifred is a friend who loves to dance

It is her own brand of rarified romance

There alone in her own parallel universe

That moves like a poet’s words of verse

A coupling of magic and normality

That sparks its message in universality

No words are stated when they’re unneeded

And a wise man takes the caution heeded

Ballet is, at times, very much poetry in motion

Its movements small and large convey emotion

With all the grace of a well intended sigh

She moves the crowd as she glides on by

There is a lot to be said for saying nothing at all

It’s more just a response that we all wait to recall