Friday on the Field

A poem describing one of my favorite activities.

Friday on the Field

By Justin Beall

Upon a field of painted grass,

I stand among the hordes of brass,

And see the wooden ones in line-

Their mellow tone so soft and fine.

The lights they shine upon us all,

We great musicians of the fall.

And as we march toward the stands,

This thing we call a marching band

Will strive to bring some joy to you,

To make you feel a feeling new.

We glide and stride across the ground,

And pass to you our wave of sound,

We sweat and strive to make a sight,

Of lines straight and positions right.

And As the show draws to an end,

We cannot wait to play again,

When we march next Friday night,

We’ll gladly help the Warriors fight.

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Laminators Dubai]

its enjoyble......
i we enjoyed
painted grass.....
nice.....
thanks ffor sharing your fav activities....