Students sit in rows of six.
They wait for the cue.
The shotgun that starts the race
of time and notes that will
Soon fly off the page
In a beautiful array of sounds.
Reeds pressed to lips,
Lips crammed into mouthpeices,
And mallets laying on drum heads.
They take a breath.
They play.
The story begins.
"It's a dark, foggy night,"
The brass begin to speak.
"We're on a mountain; a dragon lurks,"
The bass continues.
"Our adventurers begin to brave the mountain,"
The clarinets mumble.
"We're worried, but we'll stick to it!"
The saxophones encourage.
"The sun is rising!
It's going to be a beautiful day!"
The flutes chime in.
BOOM! BOOM!
The timpani grumbles.
They're nearing the dragon.
Now, they arrive at the cave.
"This is it. If you're not prepared to die, turn back!"
The flutes and purcussian warn.
The trumpets clench their keys,
The saxophones prepare themselves,
As there is no turning back now..
The trombone plays a menacing grumble.
Whoosh!
"A swipe of the tail!"
The band shivers.
The grumbling gets louder and louder until finally.....
The director cuts them off and sighs.
The class groans,
The song will restart.
Oh well.
Who wouldn't want to relives ugh a breathtaking story?
Of Polatus: Mountain of Dragons.
YOU ARE READING
The Band Plays Polatus
ŞiirI play bass clarinet and oboe (I just started oboe) in my high school symphonic band as a freshman. For our English unit on poetry, I wrote a poem about our new song Polatus:Mountain of Dragons...
