She's coming! Strutting down Main Street, USA;
Pulling the band behind, her toy on a string.
Head high, back straight, legs lifting, this is her day,
In the red and gold of fall or the green of spring.
Her baton flashes silver bright in the morning sun
As it soars and spins its way to dizzying heights;
And when the arc's described, the spin is spun,
She plucks it from the air as it alights.
Boys watch, agog; they whistle and walk beside,
Ogling bare legs, tight tights and a fancy hat.
She smiles within, but never breaks her stride,
A vision, a Venus, the town's aristocrat.
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Be always safe,
Karen