LOOKING BACK / FORWARD MARCH
by Marie Elena
We line the street
Despite the heat;
Await the beat
Of drums.
The cadence stirs
My heart, and spurs
Excitement! Here
It comes!
The Stars and Stripes
And countless types
Of instruments
Pass by.
The pride I feel
Is deep and real
Beneath mid-
Summer’s sky.
My father’s band,
Baton in hand
Directing more
Than tunes.
His students find
He’s guided minds
And morals
Many moons.
Time marched along
So fast. So long,
Oh fleeting song
Of summer.
Now winter’s come
And slowed the drum –
But oh, I love
The drummer.
(With love and great respect for Dad … drummer, conductor, teacher, mentor, father)
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
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Such a beautiful tribute, Marie! ❤
Thanks PSC. He’s a special guy. ❤
This is so cool, Marie! It brings back memories of when I was in the high school marching band back my parade days in the 70’s. It took every bit of concentration and coordination for me to march, play my trumpet, and avoid stepping in the “road apples” all at the same time.
This tribute to your dad is just lovely.
Aww! How fun! And thank you, David. 🙂
The drum beat and excitement in your poem are contagious.
Oh, thank you Sheryl! You just made my night!