You stand at the podium
Waving your baton so Mighty and tall
Every one sees you....
Forging the lives of many and all
Under your Direction.
The Direction of music
Of Peace...
Of the perfect sound
And the perfect Melody.
A melody that onlii you know...
A melody that onlii you can hear.
But we play...
and great music it is...
Music that will always be missed..
You announced your resignation
and we were all crushed
But whose going to direct us...
We cant just have anybody you know!
They have to know the perfect sound..
Your perfect flow...
When we got out of hand you remained calm....
And you reassured us when we werent doing so good
And exlaimed with us when we did great...
There will be no other like you.
NO ONE can replace you
Not in this School
And not in our Hearts...
So when you leave remember us all...
For we will never forget you...
For some of us you were just a band director
For others you were that extra push we needed
and then on you were our friend.
YOU were the one who helped us get out of slumps....
and We never will forget the fine job youve done...
So you go on.... but promise us one thing
That youll never forget the joy You'll always bring
We'll Miss you...
(Dedicated to one of the greatest band director of all times.... Papa Rowley there isnt any one that can fit his Shoes)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Missy... This is a fine tributive piece...have not seen you on line in a while...hope all is fine...i see you haven't written any new pieces as of late....Too busy beach-bathing i bet.Have a nice Summer & don't lose that pen, young lady. ''''''''''''''''''FJR