Out on the Field

by Echelon Eric   May 5, 2006


The field is lit with bright light
The grass cut to perfection
As the end draws nearer this night
It's time to take the field for competition

Judges get ready, as does the band
The audience is large and waiting
And with determination we stand
For soon we shall begin performing

The judges give the sign
Drum major is in position to count off
Our instruments were prepared as was mine
It is silent that can be heard a cough

Count off starts, the music begins
We march as the pit plays thoroughly
Then comes in brass and winds
The battery shows full intensity

The sound of brass and the trumpet
Balances with the sax, flute, and clarinet
We end our show with integrity
It felt like an eternity

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