Featured Poem:
I think I can Dance
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Featured Poem:
I think I can Dance
I think I can dance !
Sikuti… under the mugumo tree
No expert judge or accolades for me
But my sway and stance cause an appreciative glance
From friends and family
As I dance under the mugumo tree
Taraab… oh flavor of coastal fever
Stories and lessons enshrined in melody
Of sainthood and sensuality
Spoken music, movement’s easy
Rhythmic
Yes as I dance under the palm tree
Nyatiti… oh nostalgic memoirs playing
Pulsating beat inwardly thundering
Hurriedly, delaying, hurriedly, delaying
Foot stomping, body bopping
Majestic pomp and waist twisting
Yes as I dance under any tree
Appreciation of mix and variation
Rhythmic interpretation of beat, song and dance combination
Our cultures an array of great mastery of art,
Danced and sang naturally,
Everyone an innate expert
The Maasai’s chant and incredible feat of fl air
Such a sight once they jump without a care
Yes our cultures are distinct as our dance, our beat
When we strum the strings and thump the drum, one can’t bear to just sit
Without invitation our bodies obey
No thought or direction
The bodies sway and twist with perfection
Yes as we dance under any tree
I think I can dance !
Sikuti… under the mugumo tree
No expert judge or accolades for me
But my sway and stance cause an appreciative glance
From friends and family
As I dance under the mugumo tree
Taraab… oh flavor of coastal fever
Stories and lessons enshrined in melody
Of sainthood and sensuality
Spoken music, movement’s easy
Rhythmic
Yes as I dance under the palm tree
Nyatiti… oh nostalgic memoirs playing
Pulsating beat inwardly thundering
Hurriedly, delaying, hurriedly, delaying
Foot stomping, body bopping
Majestic pomp and waist twisting
Yes as I dance under any tree
Appreciation of mix and variation
Rhythmic interpretation of beat, song and dance combination
Our cultures an array of great mastery of art,
Danced and sang naturally,
Everyone an innate expert
The Maasai’s chant and incredible feat of fl air
Such a sight once they jump without a care
Yes our cultures are distinct as our dance, our beat
When we strum the strings and thump the drum, one can’t bear to just sit
Without invitation our bodies obey
No thought or direction
The bodies sway and twist with perfection
Yes as we dance under any tree
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