The Marching Band
By Janet Kaderli
Unpublished © 2007
Atten-shun! Whistles shrill. The marching band takes the field.
Brass gleams as trumpets blare, ringing out the fanfare.
Bass drums pound, cymbals crash, snare-drums beat rat-tat-tat.
Step two, mark time, the band marches line to line.
Tubas and trombones roar-low brass of the marching corps.
Clarinets, saxes, flutes trill-keys flashing, never still.
Drums and horns set the beat echoed by the marching feet.
Sound and rhythm fill my heart, my feet long to march,
And play so loud, stand so proud and bring delight to the crowd.