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by Echelon Eric May 5, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
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
by Echelon Eric
BAND RULES