“Irish Dancing”

Sweet is the sound to your ears

The old but familiar tune plays

The swift voice of the fiddle rings

Intense is the beating of ancient drums

Delightful is the harmony of the flute

Hands clap in tune with the melody

In your blood runs the urge to dance

You can no longer hold back

Slowly you make you way to the floor

You take your place and make ready to start

Your feet are eager express themselves

The beat is right your feet take off.

They fly into the song filled air

And stomp on the strong oak floor

The encouragement from the crowd moves you

So now you feel spirited and your feet accelerate

Lost you are in pure joy and happiness

It seems to wonderful to end

But all good things must end at some point

Still you saver all you can of this moment

Now the beat is increasing

You blood is pulsating in your veins

You ready yourself for the climax

With taking a deep breath you launch from the floor

Your feet are air bourn momentarily but decended to the floor

Graceful are your moments but you do not want to stop

With a drawn out note form the fiddle the song is ended

You look up in to the crowd only to be met with smiling faces

An old man still caught up in the moment yells

“Now that’s what I call Irish Dancing!”