My first band season is almost over. We made it! We don't have as many practices now, which means more free time. Now am I free to be poetical...?

Ode to Chapstick

The game is done, we've pulled our stunts.
The football team has won (for once)
Our last performance in November's cold,
the field show has gotten old.
Parade formation, eight people wide,
just can't wait to march inside.
Inside to warm our fingertips..
Great, my flute froze to my lips!!!
Down to the band room (it smells like a zoo),
I know exactly what to do.
I run to my duffle, unzip it quick
and rummage around for blessed chapstick!!!


A Dinner Break Haiku

Working hard all day
Never quite getting it right
At Last! Dinner Break!


The Playing Test

A playing test, a playing test
the only thing that I detest!
Crammed into the practice room
only seconds from your doom.
Does this song start on F or G?
Is this rest held two beats or three?
All the notes that I forgot,
all the runs I cannot play,
all the dynamics I'd ignored,
WHY'D I COME TO SCHOOL TODAY?!
My flute goes up, I play a song.
I know I played a few notes wrong.
What will they say, what will they do?
Now I'm really in a stew!
"Calm yourself, you silly kid!
You did better than the last guy did."
I walk out of the practice room,
a weight's been lifted from my chest.
I will live another day,
for I have passed the playing test!
(WHEW)