The Field

by MarieEsmeraldaDumbledore-Black

this is a poem about Marching Band got me an A in my english class and got me three first place ribbons at three different writing festivals It also was discretely placed on my Band Director's desk and made it into the marching invite program

The Field

The Field

By Marie

The field is our home,

Our game,

Our way of life.

Our music is our soul,

Our uniform a part of our body.

Flags fly,

Music sounds,

And the story stars again.

Football games,

Cheers led,

And the drums sound once more.

People cheer as we take the field,

Smiles and serious expressions alike,

But all with sounding determination.

Weekends come,

Competition starts,

We go against the best.

In their home,

On our field,

Our sounds mix to one.

Blinding colors,

Flashing lights.

This is where we belong.

The band.

We march,

We win,

We cry.

Through tears,

Through bruises,

Through love and trying times,

We are the band.

But more important…

We are a family.