Rosie listens intently while supposedly stretching
Here she is in action
Brookie stretching
A little barre work (but using a couch works too!)
It really is great. The classes are small and the instructor is from the big city (Regina) and we don't need to drive into Moose Jaw. The kids get to move around and have some fun too. I don't know that it will last long. Brooklyn is a perfectionist so she gets frustrated by not being able to do everything right away and I think Rosie wants to just dance to her own music, which doesn't include bagpipes or a lot of rules. I just hope I can get one picture of them attempting the sword dance wearing kilts.
~Mandy
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This brings back many memories. My grandfather loved scottish music and the highland fling. He always encouraged Barb and me to do the fling. We were about Brook and Rosie's and of course we wanted to please. Most of the time we lost our balance and ended up in a heap on the ground.
Brooklyn Greatheart and Rosie McPosie Dance Before the King
Clansmen, the peats are burning bright,
Sit round them in a ring,
And I will tell of that great night
They danced before the king!
For as dancers in their youth,
So great was their renown,
The king himself invited them,
To visit London town.
Their brand new presentation kilts
And ornaments they wore;
And with their skein dhu,
They rapped upon the door.
Soon they heard a Lord or Duke
Come running down the stairs,
And to the keyhole put his mouth,
Demanding who was there!
The door was opened; word went round,
"Brooklyn Greatheart and Rosie McPosie are here."
And with the news, the palace rang
With one tremendous cheer.
The King was sitting on his throne,
But down the steps he came.
Immediately the waiting Lord,
Pronounced their magic names.
Slowly at first with hands on hips,
They danced with ease and grace.
Then raised their hands above their heads,
And swifter grew their pace.
At last no human eye could see
Their steps so light and quick.
And from the floor great clouds of dust
Came rising fast and thick.
The King was greatly moved,
And shook their hands in friendship true.
"Alas," he said, "Although a king,
I cannot dance like you."
And then the gracious queen herself
Came quickly o'er to them,
And pinned a medal on their breast,
For everyone to see.
Her whisper they shall n'er forget,
Nor how her eyes grew bright.
"Ach, my brave Brooklyn Greatheart and Rosie McPosie,
What a dance you danced tonight!"
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