Were trashed
Were never acknowleged
Were Never appreciated
Were always talked about
Were underfounded
Were shoved aside & forgotten about
Were made fun of
Were talked about
Were pushed around
BUT
Were a family
Were having fun
We have great instructors
We have great kids who want to strive for their best
We practice through anything
Were there for each other
We always have great shows with great people
We make friend from everywhere
We make enemys from everywhere ;o)
But through all the problems, and tribulations. . we always come out on top with smiles and trophys, and memories to look back upon and realized that maybe no one cares- but you do. . and you know you are doing and have done great things. . and one day when we get the acknowledment we deserve. . you'll know you played a big part in it after all
This poem comes from MY ODE TO COLORGUARD
While I'm twirling,
I must glisten.
With careful ears,
Always listen.
Drumbeats slow,
Even, labored.
Drumbeats fast,
Quick, explosive.
My feet must keep,
up with the beat.
My hands must move.
As down the street,
I march with pride,
My head held high.
I cannot smile.
I cannot laugh.
It would cut,
Our score in half.
The end is near,
And yet I know,
Several paces,
More to go.
My flag is sharp,
Snaps to and fro.
The judges smile.
The people clap.
But straight I march,
Right through the gap.
For days I practiced,
To a driving beat.
And all that is left now,
Is to follow my feet.