I dream of theater in my high school days
The excitement-nostalgia of being in plays
Rehersals...I remember most
Behind the scenes...the history ghost
Waiting for my time to go on
Practicing lines to perform
Sitting in the old dressing room chair
Tattered and torn ... I didn't care
Never cleaned odds and ends filled the room
Pan makeup, throat-spray, ratty vintage costumes
Cigarette smoke and history filled the air
Camaraderie, tears and jokes we shared
I loved theater - the sight..smell...feel
Behind the stage we all were real
On stage I could play and pretend
The adrenalin of the game was my friend
This was one time I truly felt free
I was there because I wanted to be
JudyLea Copyright 2002
Pray to God: Thank you Lord for giving me this gift as well as others and giving me joy in them as I share them and honor you.
"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139:14
