Aurea Armbruster

Rookie (March 23 / The Sunshine State)

Marching Band - Poem by Aurea Armbruster

As I raise my instrument
My mind is racing
What note do I play first
Where is my next step

As I move around the field
I think about my position
Am I in line with my section
Am I out of step

As I move my fingers
I think about the music
Am I out of tune
Are my rhythms right

As I stand at attention
I think about my posture
Is my back straight
Are my shoulders back

As we finish the show
I cannot think about anything
Because I am in the zone
And I do not remember anything
About the show


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  • (6/16/2006 12:58:00 PM)


    WHOO HOO MARCHING BAND IS SO COOL (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 14, 2006



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