The Random Practicing Of A High School Band Poem by Glaedr the poet

Glaedr the poet

Glaedr the poet

Born in California but my 'Homeland' will always be Missouri

The Random Practicing Of A High School Band



As I listen to the noise around me
I arrive at a loss
No order do I see
All around is chaos
I hear drums with booming roar
and flutes with trilling grace
Of this sound I want no more
Confusion and hurt cross my face
No tune or rythem can I find
My thoughts I cannot hear
It has become torture to my mind
and an enemy to my ear
Vibrations run through my head
They strike to the core
Suddenly the sound ends: all is dead
and I hear no more

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Glaedr the poet

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Born in California but my 'Homeland' will always be Missouri
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