Poems Based on "Dancer" by Vickie Sear

After reading "Dancer," a short story by Vickie Sears, students were asked to select a line from the short story and to use it as the basis of a poem or short story. Here are a few of those poems.

Spiritual Music

by Amanda S.
Everyone, young and old,
Has music in their spirit:
It's just that it takes longer
For some of us to hear it.
Music makes us live,
Giving us hope to go on;
Yet when some can't hear it,
Their hope is tragically gone.
Listen to your spirit,
That's where your music is;
And if you find it soon,
Help a friend find his.
Everyone need music,
It's what makes you you;
When music brightens your spirits,
It brightens everyone else's, too.

Editor's Note: In the story that this poem is based upon, the concluding line is indeed. . . "They was both the same age." The pronoun/verb agreement error reflects the voice of the story's narrator in "Dancer."

The Same Age

by Steve D.
They were both the same age,
As they danced traditional dances
They were both the same age,
As they shared the same happiness
They were both the same age,
As they understood each other fully
They were both the same age,
As they passed on the tradition
They were both the same age,
As the spirit danced through them
They were both the same age,
As they made memories together
They were both the same age,
As their people watched and cheered
They were both the same age,
Doing what they loved
They were both the same age,
Until the dance was over
They were both the same age,
In each other's hearts.

Screamer Dreams

by Jason T.
Awakened in the middle of the night,
I was filled with terror and fright.
I sat up in bed sweating a lot,
My pyjama top was sticky and hot.
I crawled out from my sheets and my feet hit the cold floor,
I stood up straight and headed for the door.
I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with water
I thought that would help but my face just got hotter.
Then it cooled down so I went back to bed,
A soft cushy pillow under my head.
I pondered what had happened, for it's not what it seems,
It wasn't a nightmare, but a real screamer dream.

Song

by Stephen L.
I have to write a song.
It's for jazz band.
It has to be exciting; It cannot be bland.
When people hear it, They will want to move; When peple hear it, They will want to groove.
There will be a lot of flats and sharps
It might even sound as graceful as heaven's harps.
I was having a little trouble writing this song.
So I asked my mother for she couldn't be wrong.
She said, "Wow, this easy,
It should be a whiz.
Just listen to your spirit,
That's where your music is."

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