This was written as an asignment for my Ap English class. It is about TA Senior night.
Last Song
Five-thirty Friday night,
waiting to begin.
Orange-black masses cheer
for my musical family.
Senior night, farewell time
Last game of the season
Cymbals crash, trumpets whine.
"Together we achieve."
The night is bitter.
Falling foliage flies freely,
smacking my faithful drum.
Dull sounding death knell,
she sings to the sky.
Our fearless leader,
calls out commands.
"Drums Taps!" We obey.
" Move, lock, step! Left!"
That is our cadence.
We reach our proving ground.
Stand quite, no movement.
Our god walks in front of us,
silent soldiers, he stops
tells us to do well.
He then leaves us.
The Drum Majors give tempo.
Four claps for success.
It is no good.
Off beat, off note,
Off time, off tempo.
Our masters are angry.
The director steps in
Conducting our song.
We finish alright.
Shame faced , tear stained
We march off, quiet as we began.