Interested in bringing your students to one of our school matinees?
We offer two special matinees for K-12 students during our annual Missoula concert at MCT Center for the Performing Arts. They run from 10-11:30 a.m. on the Thursday and Friday of the run. Admission is FREE; you just need to get there. You can expect to see five beautifully polished, lighted and costumed dances performed by our professional company, interspersed with introductions by our artistic director and audience participation for your students. The performance closes with a twenty-minute Q&A with our director and dancers.
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C.S. Porter Middle School Student Poems inspired by past concerts
2010 responses to “The Montana Suite”
“Headwaters Dance Company”
As the rusted world waits, on top of the prairie
The rancher watches, morose, not merry
He waits silently on top of the hill
For his mine of luck to refill
“God o’ God, why?” he screams
At the amber, no, faded seams
As he sends her down the river
The cold bark sends a shiver
Through his mind to his feet
As a melody of defeat
Rings through him.
See the gentle flowing of the stream
The graceful leaps
Their feet hitting the floor with a little thud.
See the slow movement of arms
The careful balance
The wildlife drinking out of a hidden waterfall
The big sky wandering over them.
Watching the last ghost float out of the last ghost town.
The dancers at the dance concert were,
Swift as a bird,
Bendable as a monkey,
Changing direction like the ocean waves.
The dancers were dancing to the beautiful sounds of
The wailing and singing of whales,
And soothing sad songs.
The dancers were moving,
Stiff as a wind-up doll,
Flowing smoothly like a river,
Graceful as clouds.
When the dancers were dancing, the area was,
Peaceful as a rainbow,
Hopeful as the sunrise.
The dancers movements were swift.
Swift like a hawk flying over the seas,
Graceful like the dove gliding over the land,
Smooth like a diving eagle souring over the land.
Remorseful like a wolf failing a hunt.
The sounds were like a waterfall smashing into rocks.
They swirled in a torrent of lights.
That’s what the dancers are.