Brie Carter - Marching Band

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As the snare clicks My feet hit the ground Steady with the beat I can't look around To see the large crowd All eyes on us With an adience this size We better not mess up The adrinaline's pumping I'm ready to go We stand at attention waiting to start the show The drummajor counts off And the music starts We sound just fine The beat matches my hearts I can smell the night air And the freshcut grass on the field The best smells in the world To match the weopons we weild Friday night lights Go well with the band As we finish up The adience claps and then stands Mark time mark We march off to our seats my uniform is uncomfortably tight But I must say, our band is pretty sweet. Brie Carter poemhunter.com/poem/marching-band-5/