After we performed, I got into the poetic mood. I'm not a really good poet, but here's a couplet I wrote.
Marching Band
Leave behind the days of sweat,
Do your show with no regrets.
It isn't finished, but it's a good start.
My friend is a better poet than I am, so here's what she wrote:
Leave behind the days of sweat,
To come on, oh sweet success.
We pray not for thine first place nay,
but thank God for the beautiful days.
And when it's over, but not forgot,
We think back to the days we sought.
And Lord we pray for next year's chance
To prove ourselves better
of our marching band's dance.
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