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An LHS Marching Band Member


Ready for those long hours? Can you remember the first 20 sets? 20 measures? Will you stand at attention until parade rest? For each game and competition will you do your best? Can you march up a hill in time? Ready to take the field? When the cadence starts your heart will climb Standing at attention at set one Waiting for the drum major to be done On top of the podium she yells “1, 2” The crowd grows silent Silently you count “1, 2, 3, 4” You hit that first note with precision The first flag twirl successful You start to march Set 2, 3, 4, 5, 6… All is going well You let your heart take over Before you know it the show is over Standing at the final set The stands erupt in applause You walk off the field out of breath Ready to see the scores, face death? The announcer reads “Linden High School” The stands yell and scream “With a score of seven five point six five” After all that training, tuning, yelling and sweating are you satisfied? You will go back on that field and make it better Show you are the LHS Marching Band It’s Friday night before a competition Football night Are you ready for the cold? The blistering wind and rain? A color guard your music stand Can you hold your flute? Trumpet? Flag? With freezing fingers Will you still play “Our Director” “The Horse”? To cheer on our Football team? It begins to snow What now? You don the poncho and play the halftime show Show you are the Linden High School Marching band You are a Marching Band member Nothing will stop you now The season is over Your final score a 93.71 What will you do now? A sport? The play? You will wait for that trip in May To once again play those songs. 48
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sailorsenshiringo
A competition, sets my stage, the Band of Class, Then begins to play, Hoping for that 1, and a place at State, when we get there, We hope for a superior rate, The maroon and the gold, donned upon the marching souls, that won't hold no one back
SerenaIsAwesome
The poem was very easy for me to picture what your school is like. Good Job!

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