Sudden Sparks of Poetry : my crazy whims of writing

The marching band

Left, right, left, right,

Again and again.

Everyone moves like a single person,

At exactly the same time.

After hours of sweat,

And days of non stop practice,

All for this moment.

The sounds of the drumbeat,

Follow the movement of their feet.

The horns blow,

Along with the flow.

The trumpets players,

with their red faces.

The flutes soothing melody,

Ringing through our ears.

And right in front there is a guy,

Holding a stick, swinging it from left to right.

The excited children cheering,

The adults covering their ears,

As they marched by.

There goes the marching band.

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