MY FAVORITE POEMS

Names: I Can't Get Started-and Jump, Jump, Jump-It Don't Mean A Thing

1.On our church to church fund raising tours of the south

for the piney woods country life school,

we were the instruments who had the most breath,

and we were handled with consummate skill.

2. From the ballroom, The unsleeping eye of Jim Crow

Ever upon us,we traveled the United States

of colored America, bouncing on back-country roads

And gliding on highways. At picnics,we practiced our charts

our polished brass gleaming. We welcomed farm children who ran

one or two miles to be able to listen and dance.

Do you want to jump children?

_ Yeah

Do you want to jump children?

_ Yeah

Domestic, farm laborers, new hires in factory jobs;

The apollo, the royal, the regal, and the cotton club

redolent of Dixie-Peach pomade and Ivory soap,

They jumped til the stars disappeared and the roosters woke up.

3. On some tunes, she'd lash my bass home like a jockey;

on some all she did was high tickle the beat,

always gracefully making the transitions,

watching the music and the dancer feet.

The jitterbug was one way people forgot

the rapidly spreading prairie fires of war.

Man, the house would bounce when her licks were hot!

We gave those people what they were dancing for.

The reason i picked these poems is because these poems

from the heart and from an all girl swing band

._. Aniyah The Great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .-.