Marching Band

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 18:45 -- genny

We are told that what we do is not a sport

We are told that we are not athletes

Yet we are the ones that spend hundreds of hours working

Yet we are the ones that are sweating, sun burt and tired

What we do no one else comprehends

It is an experience of its own and cannot be recreated

We may only be on the field for 15 minutes

While football lasts for an hour and a half

But what we do, oh what we do, is remarkable

Don't put us down for something you do not understand

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