This was just something goofy that infiltrated my brain at the football game last week. Can you guess what inspired it? :p
I can always hear the drums.
It's a fact of life.
No matter what,
No matter when,
I can hear the drums.
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It's competition day,
It's time to perform.
Horns up, breathe, play.
But above all of the band,
I can hear the drums.
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Whether they're back field,
Or right up front.
Whether the winds are silent,
Or loud.
I can hear the drums.
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Occasionally they have an off day,
And the snares fall behind.
The band phases,
Forms collapse.
Still I hear the drums.
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During halftime,
The other band performs.
They face the visitor sideline,
Perform to their fans.
But I can hear their drums.
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The rainy days do come sometimes,
Making playing outside impossible.
Crammed into the band room,
With the entire band inside,
I can definitely hear the drums.
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When kids are trying to take a nap,
Sprawled on a few band room chairs,
Ideas infiltrate mischievous minds.
They creep up behind those sleeping,
And I can hear the drums.
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When the band is at a football game,
And is seated in the stands.
When the percussion sits right behind me,
And they're playing in my ear,
I can REALLY hear the drums.
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It's always a treat to hear the drums,
Although it is quite deafening.
And somehow, I kind of get the feeling
That the day might come,
When I won't hear the drums.
Reviews make me smile!