Drip,drip
The water, it falls down their faces,
They wait,..stern
and ready for their time to shine.
A nod, a wave, a comand.
They move as one, and yet..separate.
Through rain, sleet,snow,or sun
they go on.
Pat pat pating
Of their feet against the ground
rhythmically in time.
Perform.
Make the crowd
laugh
cry
happy
alive.
The magic
every year
is different and yet
it reminds us of all of the same things.
Of freinds, family, memories,
long since passed.
Of fun times, of sorrow, of live.
It keeps them alive.
The Music
The Rythum
The Marching Band.
















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