Our Drumline

Counting to four 

Then we begin 

We know the score

That’s how we win.

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Our cadences

Among the best

The band dances 

A rhythm fest.

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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.

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Bright cymbals crash

Tonal basses

Sticking panache 

Smiling faces.

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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.

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We’d march in line

Onto the field 

Playing anthems

Our classmates reeled.

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Then marching out 

Off, we would flow 

Back to our seats

Till halftime, shows.

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Then back we’d march

Wet dewy grass 

Perform our show 

From first to last.

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Classmates cheering

Clapping their hands 

Building us up

From metal stands.

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From in the stands

Also play songs

Cheerleaders dance

All the game long.

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Occasional

Storms, join the fun 

Lightning and rain 

Soaked everyone.

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After the game

March back to school

Either rain or shine 

That was the rule.

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Cadences play

Rhythm is cool

Loud drums echo

Our empty school.

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Marching darkness

It’s a late night

Heading towards 

The sole bright light.

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To our band room 

Instruments stowed

Uniforms off

Homeward we’d go.

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Now that its safe 

I can feel tired

My drumline’s done

More than required.

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Some friends will wait 

Lit by the moon

For dinner at 

Our greasy spoon.

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It’s ten thirty

The car lights bright

We depart home

Till next game night…

-AAA 11/24/2024