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Marching Band
from A Musical Journey
by pdeaville3
J uly 21, 2019
Once it gets, into your blood. It, will never leave you. Becoming a part, of who you are. Ingrained, in all you do.
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Standing tall, at attention. Enduring, summer’s sun. The early, and late rehearsals. The grind, somehow was fun.
Bruises, burns, and pulled muscles. Glorious, water breaks. Wind players, building embouchures. Each day, progress they’d make.
Learning the drill. Set by set. “Let’s do it, one more time!” Percussion section’s, driving beat. Gradually, refined.
The Guard, experimenting. With new looks, and tough moves. Each day. On the field. Wet or dry. Creating, unique groove.
Piercing whistle, Drum Major. Shouting out, the commands. The Band Director’s corrections. Tantrums, and waving hands.
Somehow, all of this, blending. Into, a complete show. Launching us, into the school year. Always, on the go.
For rehearsing, never stopped. Through the fall, rain and cold. Trying to improve, performances. Towards our, final goal.
Bringing it, all to together. Each unit. At their best. Sweat. Pain. Effort. Gave it “our all.” While, rising to our crest.
Marching band, experience. Was more, than what it seemed. Learned about teamwork. Discipline. Earned healthy, self-esteem.
It was about, artistry. It was about, real life. And it was about, sacrifice. While facing, stress and strife.
It was about, excellence. Dealing, with failure too. And working through, disappointments. Remaining steady, true.
Once marching band’s, in your blood. It’s always, part of you. The lesson’s learned, remain in place. And seen, in all you do.
