Band

The smell of sunscreen fills the air and rushing through the sky

A touch of music springs to life as cadence begins to fly

The fire of the golden sun beats down upon the field

The entire passion showing through the instruments they wield

Clearly it is band camp come again this year

Filling up the campus with sounds of merry cheer

Throw in the start of school “Bring it on” is all they say

For marching band has started it is the best part of the day

One week till the next show they scramble to get it done

Working like a hive of bees still fighting to keep it fun

The moment comes to lay it down, perform with all their soul

Always listening for when the start whistle tune will roll

Off to the races the band seems to jive

Giving off energy they all feel alive

This is what they’re made of blood, sweat and sometimes tears

Band is what they strive for it has been for years

This is what they work for, to give themselves away

On that field, a piece of them will always stay

Friendships will be strengthened and memories remain

Of all the joys and pleasures that in the players reign

Marching band is different and surely has its perks

We come from all walks of life which is why it always works

It is a type of living and finding strength within

Knowing that together we have the power to fight and win

Everyone is equal as we work to remain as one

And nothing feels better than knowing you are done

And giving the football fans a gift, a special part of you

That most would see as silly but is essential to the crew

I march because I love it and always feel the need

To show that love to others and hopefully give the seed

To feel the love that I do for something so underrated

And hopefully catch the epidemic even if it is belated.