Way Out On The Thirty Poem by Gabriella GabbyRo

My Sophomore year- I’m in marching band,
Playing my trumpet on the field and in the stand.
Part of our show was easy as pie,
Now our director changed it- such a complicated guy!
I used to go from yard lines side 1 45 to side 2 45 (not marching dirty) ,
Then halfway to the 40 and then to the 30!
I go from half to the 40 to the 30 in 8 counts,
I’m 5’1, I can’t make it in that amount!
After 12 counts I make it, the judges don’t care,
My friends on the 35 and out to my right- yeah, way over there.
So there I am with my trumpet and box prop,
I’m the start of a diagonal- the one at the top.
I’m sad to be alone- all sweaty and dirty,
Faraway by myself, Way Out on the Thirty!