A poem a day - Marching Band

Marching band, a team of pride,

With drums and horns, we step inside.

Our uniforms, sharp and clean,

Reflect the spirit of our teen.

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The drum major leads the way,

With a beat that sets the day.

Our formations change with grace,

As we play our instruments in place.

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We dance and sing, a joyful sound,

Our performance leaves the crowd astound.

We’re the marching band, a work of art,

The heart of school, a soulful part.

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Our practices are long and hard,

But we push through, yard by yard.

We learn new routines, we perfect our craft,

Our passion shines, we never draft.

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We’re a team of musicians, a well-oiled machine,

We bring the crowd to their feet, it’s quite serene.

The drum major leads, we follow the beat,

Our formations change, our rhythm unique.

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We play our instruments, we dance and sing,

Our performance is a joy that clings.

We’re the marching band, we’re a work of art,

The heart of school, a soulful part.

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