Marching Band

Fri, 10/26/2012 - 20:32 -- LeiLei

Location

15332
United States
40° 13' 54.804" N, 79° 59' 51.3312" W

One, two, three, four.
Music shows on the shore.
Quarter, eighth, sixteenth, rest.
Come and hear us at our best.
Left, right, left, right.
Marching down the pavement line.
March, halt, stop, start.
Playing with all our heart.
Audience, listen in.
This is where our love begins.

Comments

RebeccaYSPerez

This poem has the strong push and pull you would expect, almost just like watching a marching band. Though it is short it bring life in through each pause and start. Thank you so much for sending this in.

Rebecca

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