Dance of Flags


Nothing pleases me more than

the sound of flags moving quickly and gracefully through the air.

The beautiful motions I was taught,

now shine,

in front of my classmates.

Some call me silly,

for joining color guard.

But their opinions diaspear form my head as I 

dance with my flag.


My flag is an extention of my soul.

Moving with me to the music,

the flag is the best part, you see.

Amazing and soaaring

through the air above my head.


The Last toss goes up


and back in my hands.

I bow,

this ends

the glorious,

dance of the flags.


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