Dancing, swinging, swaying, smiling all the while,
my little Granddaughters, enjoying music of Peggy
and Neil.
Spinning, turning, holding onto each other as they
jump and jounce around the dance floor in time with
every beat of the drums in rhythmic rhymes.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-sisters/
