This swing dance idea seems to be working. At first, many of the kids were reluctant because they had to dance with the opposite gender (most are in seventh grade, a time when kids are still awkward about the opposite sex). There are still those who feel that way, but they're getting used to it. Just as important, they're actually learning to dance. For the first time today, they were able to put moves together, with some even using combinations. Tomorrow will be a little more tricky, because the move I'm teaching will require them to be closer than previously. Even its name expresses this closeness: it's called the "sweetheart."
This wasteland cold and dark runs free Its fearful creatures speak to me One fateful day one nudged my hand To set my eyes upon a tree He knew I could not understand For I was in his native land His signs became our common speech To lead me through the deadly sand Now stuck I saw him me beseech He could not lift me out to reach The firm foundation of a cave Outside the boundaries of this beach Withal, the beast became more brave To risk his own my life to save To carry me, its life it gave To carry me, its life it gave. This poem was inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." That poem, like this one, has four four-line stanzas of eight syllables per stanza. Its rhyme scheme is AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD.
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