The Sport Of The Arts Poem by Cat Ducat

Silk pouring over a darkened sky
Flashes of color dance around, they fly.
Flags are twirling in the breeze.
Every twirl
Every toss
You can truly become lost
As the silk flies through the sky
and the colors swirl in an entrancing circle.
Shooting stars and soaring rainbows
They fly free
Every twirl
Every toss
Everything I saw.
Flowing streams of endless palatable colors
Meet the Color Guard
The sport of the arts.
We may just be the girls who toss flags
But we're the dancers, we make the dreams.