Our Drumline

Counting to four 

Then we begin 

We know the score

That’s how we win.

Our cadences

Among the best

The band dances 

A rhythm fest.

Snares staccato 

Heavy bass drums

Quints bravado 

Audience comes.

As we all march

Put on a show

Serve the best parched

Best way we know.

Bright cymbals crash

Tonal basses

Sticking panache 

Smiling faces.

I miss those days 

With the drumline

Captain of craze 

Or pride of mine…

-AAA 11/25/2024

Friday Night Home Football Games

Remembering 

Friday in band 

Football games 

Played in the stands.

We’d march in line

Onto the field 

Playing anthems

Our classmates reeled.

Then marching out 

Off, we would flow 

Back to our seats

Till halftime, shows.

Then back we’d march

Wet dewy grass 

Perform our show 

From first to last.

Classmates cheering

Clapping their hands 

Building us up

From metal stands.

From in the stands

Also play songs

Cheerleaders dance

All the game long.

Occasional

Storms, join the fun 

Lightning and rain 

Soaked everyone.

After the game

March back to school

Either rain or shine 

That was the rule.

Cadences play

Rhythm is cool

Loud drums echo

Our empty school.

Marching darkness

It’s a late night

Heading towards 

The sole bright light.

To our band room 

Instruments stowed

Uniforms off

Homeward we’d go.

Now that its safe 

I can feel tired

My drumline’s done

More than required.

Some friends will wait 

Lit by the moon

For dinner at 

Our greasy spoon.

It’s ten thirty

The car lights bright

We depart home

Till next game night…

-AAA 11/24/2024