Poem – The Russian Dancers That I Have Known

When I hear a Russian song.
I remember those that came along.
From this great country … so very old.
And wonder how they managed to overcome such cold.
I know that the fire inside the Russian heart.
Is a force of nature and a work of art.
They are the bears that dance on the ice and snow.
They warm our souls when it is 10 below.
They live like there is a fire deep down inside.
And they are unafraid to show what others hide.
I have been touched by this powerful force.
And I will be forever grateful that as a matter of course.
We crossed paths and I learned so much.
As I watched them move with that distinctive Russian touch.
~Suzanne Wagner~