Dance!

When I hear music, I jump to my feet.

I twirl. I whirl. I bop to the beat.
When I dance, my body sings.
I love to dance more than anything!
When I hear music, I ditch my seat. 
I shimmy like a snake that has no feet.
I soar like a hawk on open wings.
My body needs to dance more than anything.
Come on! Get up! Get off your seat.
Listen to the music. Move to the beat.
Shake and sway! Spin and swing! 
Wriggle your hips like a shimmering spring!
When I’m dancing, my body sings.
I love to dance more than anything! 

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

New Country

She couldn’t do it,

Couldn’t make herself
Put her foot
On the strange
Moving stairs.
Alice had done it.
There she was
Rising into the sky,
Smiling even.
But still,
On the ground
They seemed dangerous,
These steps
That moved by themselves
Taking you only
Forward and up.
What if she changed her mind?
People crowded
Behind her
Urging her on.
“What’s taking so long?” they asked.
It was nothing to them.
She pushed
Through the crowd,
Watching Alice
Rise above her.
Who knew what could happen
In this country
Where you took just one step
And were swept away?

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Dear Mr. Wordsworth

Dear Mr. Wordsworth, here I lie

On my couch in a pensive hour,

Listening to chill winds cry,

While shivering branches scour

The window glass, but thanks to you

I am not limited to this view.


Through your words and by my will

I am transported to another day, far away,

Where daffodils gather along a hill,

Put to shame the waves in a bay,

Challenge the stars with their multiplicity,

And give my life a joyous duplicity.


But even as my cheeks grow warm

By the glow of ten thousand faces,

The sky changes, clouds form,

Rain pours down, ruining your graces.

For it is not your daffodils I crave,

But your company, as I watch them wave. 



© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

I Like to Bike

I like

to bike.
I like
to feel
the
WIND.
I like
to go
where
I want
to go
and
FAST.
I know
I won’t
CRASH.
It’s hard
sometimes
to start
but once
I’m moving
I can’t
STOP.
I like
to climb
up hill
and
RACE
down,
too fast
too far
to hear
my mom.

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Rainy Day Race

Back and forth
The wipers race
To sweep
The raindrops
From their place.
Down the window
Raindrops race
To reach
The end before
The wipers’ sweep.

© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved