Marching Forward - Poem by Crystal Pierce
You first hear the snare and bass drum,
then later comes a hum.
A sympathy of winds
and softer sounds chiming in.
Marching forward as we go.
When we'll stop playing no one knows.
We just keep on
playing our song.
The Marching Band
This is my clan!
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