Ah weekend break from band camp. Sleeping til noon, legs so sore you can't get out of bed anyway, and writing poetry about how awesome your band is doing this year. I'm excited for the year, and so is everyone else. One of the candidates for our new band director came on the first day and was so impressed she thought we had been working for at least a week. And our drill downs are lasting longer then I've ever seen with few people getting out. So, here's my poem specially for band camp.


We miss our old director,
He's still high in our hearts.
But while we're here at band camp
We focus on our parts.

We have to learn them quickly
Before the week is through.
Because if we fail this year
I don't know what we'll do.

He said he will be watching us
We have to do our best.
We have to make him jealous
We must be better then the rest.

Our band is better every year
And this time it will grow
Our freshman are learning quickly
And are using what they know

Our music comes together
Its starting to make sense
Our marching is even better
They'll march right through a fence.

I'm getting more excited,
As I look to future days
I cant wait to see our drill sheets
And how we'll march and in what ways.

The days are getting longer
Our legs just might fall off
But we will keep on going
And we will never stop

We'll march right through a brick wall
As Mr. may would say
We won't stop for nothing
We'll ever run away

We've marched through the darkness
We've marched through the mud
We've marched at the hottest time
Of the summer months.

We'll never lose our pride
We'll always be the best
Because we work the hardest
We are better then the rest.

So now the week had ended.
And band camp takes a break
But I know in one more day
My muscles will ache again

And then our band camp will end
And all of us will cry
Not because we miss it
But because we all just died.