Yo. Just an idea after hanging my uniform up in my closet after cleaning it out.
The cold wind whipping around the white feathers
Fall air with it's spicy smell
Lures you towards the stadium
For you, a tale it will tell.
There for many Friday nights,
Will they light the stadium lights.
Cold Hot dogs,
Watery Hot chocolate,
Teenagers hanging around concessions,
digging through their pockets.
The cheers and boos,
And the team that is going lose,
Will all be soon temporarily forgotten.
As they take the field.
The heroes to young and old,
Whose uniforms that holds memories
From years before.
Soon the Drum Majors begin to strut.
Walking with pride, they salute,
and turn to the organization over which they preside.
With a "BAND, TUN HUT"
And the thunderous reply,
They notes of music begin to fly.
The piccolos scream while the tuba bellow,
Under which comes the clarinets' like a cello.
The drumline swings,
The instruments sing,
The product of hours of hard work.
The show and game are over too soon,
Everyone files back into the band room.
The Director yells for quiet,
Tears of pride in eyes,
Tells them
"They loved you guys."
"Thrilling the audience is what it's all about,
never mind the insulting shouts from that opposing band,
We did, what they only hope to do.
And no one, can be like you.
You are they only one who can,
Be called, this school's marching band."
With that everyone is dismissed.
Brisk fall air upon sweaty band geeks
Waiting for rides, and actual food to eat.
Many memories are yet to come,
Some sad, most filled with fun.
But we all cannot deny,
We are proud of who we are.
Why else would we put those "Band Geek" bumper stickers on our cars?
Critisism or postive feedback would be appreciated.