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A Poem by George Love

Line dancing as viewed from a distance



Bass pumps harshly through the solid floor

Pounding rhythms forcing the soul to rise.

Forcing movement as if through cadence

Unison movement as all follow beat

One out of line, destroys the flow.

They call it dance, but only in numbers

No spirit found as souls move as one

Smiles abound no matter the beat

For in that night on that floor

All danced as one.





© 2015 George Love

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Added on October 25, 2015
Last Updated on October 25, 2015
Tags: Dance


George Love
George Love

Murfreesboro, TN

I am a retired Paramedic with over 20 years of Emergency Medical Services experience. While attending Middle Tennessee State University and Volunteer State College, I majored in Music, English, Preme.. more..

Dance! Dance!

A Poem by George Love