The second Sunday of each month is reserved for a dancing date with my husband, Jeff. Stop the Clock is our favorite band. They play Texas Swing music that goes back to Bob Wills. I found a video from October 2017 that shows Jeff and me dancing at around 2:16.
Last night the crowd was bigger and even more diverse. I tried to capture it in a poem, but really you just had to be there.
Dancers at the Feed-n-Seed
Some people sit
around a circle table
out-of-towners enjoying the local scene.Some people lean at the bar,
But most are on the dance floor.Jitterbug!
Two-step!
East coast Swing!New couples
Old couples
Dancers working on craft
and those who just don’t care–
Let’s move up, down, all around.The musician tunes his ear to sound.
Mom dances with her son.
Sisters swing,
friends hug.
Hippies, Yuppies, and Cowboys.Strangers are not strangers anymore
(draft) Margaret Simon
on the worn wooden Feed-n-Seed
dance floor.
Dancing is such a wonderful way to spend time together. It keeps people young.
That is our hope!
Your poem is ‘dancing’ around in my head. I love reading slices that tell a story in such a delightful way. Thanks, Margaret.
It was so much fun to see you dancing and I love that you have a monthly reserved dance night! I also loved reading aloud these lines:
“Jitterbug!
Two-step!
East coast Swing!”
And how perfect that it’s called the “Feed and Seed!”
How fun! That sounds like a wonderful date night! As my granddaughter would say, “Let’s dance some!”
Thanks for including the video – and I notice how your poem catches some of the rhythm of the music, especially “Jitterbug!/ Two-step!/ East coast Swing!” I also really like the sound of “the worn wooden Feed-n-Seed/ dance floor.”
Oh, I love the images of your poem. When I was in college we had a place a lot like that in the Ozarks. Love the image and sound of “worn wooden Feed-n-Seed / dance floor”
We love watching you and Jeff dance together!
Great video! Great poem!
Does Jeff wear his Montana hat? 😉