color guard
The way the silk fashions the pole as it spins.
The way the sound roars as it become syncronized with others.
It's gentle, but it can hurt.
It's beautiful, yet scary,
but the guardians don't fear.
They manipulate the shape,
they create different ways to show the beauty.
It's their baby,
they care for it, and will rather shieild it than themselves.
It was not made for high doubles
or, intimidating horizontals
Oh how they can paint a picture,
for that they found a way to put color to flag.
They found a way to to paint with the flag.
Even though it was not made for fourty-fives or palm rolling around our fingers.
It became an art.
A profession.
A passion.
It became color guard.
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