I was actually posting something on another site about my favorite parts of marching band when I realized what I was writing would make a good poem. So, I turned it into one. Enjoy! Not a big fan of the last sentence but couldnt find any other way to write it. Next poem will be a funny one about doing pit orchestra. Hehehe.
Slow motion set,
The band clicks on field
Hours of movement
Set to single moments fill.
The crowd cheers for them
Only the band
Their eyes on the weapon
To watch the music army charge.
The stadium lights reflecting
Against the golden buttons cross their chests
Sending dancing twinkles
Against the preceding members' backs
It seems to last forever;
Waiting to start the show
Standing watching the majors
Secretly scanning the restless crowd.
Taking mental pictures
Which will never be erased
A private photo album
Of every waiting face.
The show seems to last forever,
Yet in moments it is done
A movie on fast forward
While slow motion being run
Before the idea sets in,
The closer has ended
Thinking it has started,
They barely realize its over
Of accomplishment and loss
The feelings mix and blend
Its over far too soon
But the crowd says it went well
The band begins the fight song
And marches off the field
The crowd joins in the dancing
As if entranced by the sweaty teens.
Unified together;
Band and those who watch
A feeling never to be found
Except in the season of fall.