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