Marching Band Poem by Grace Hays

The drummers beat
The flutes shrill whistle
The tubas bass
All heard a mile away

The marching band is in town
Everyone find a seat
For the fun parade
Soon begins

There they go
The clarinets sweet melody
The alto sax jazzing it up
As they march down the road

Sweet music to the ears
The trumpets sound the charge
As the band steps on the field
To the cadence of the drums

It is the marching band
Making it's way down the field
To where the light show begins
At the high school football game

Everyone take your seats
For the fun parade
Soon begins
Here comes the high school marching band

All dressed up
In their blue and gold
Their parade hats on
Time for the lights to go out

What is that glow
Some children ask
Just the marching band
Doing their light show

There they go
Marching lights on the field
Can't really see
Who is who

It really doesn't matter
For we all know
That the band director
Would just say it's the marching band