note: I don't often feel this way by the end of the day.


Band Camp

I am strong--
I feel my muscles tense and tighten.

I am tall--
My back is straight and my head high.

I am fast--
Each step carries me the distance of two.

Do I hurt?
I don't know

Can I see?
I don't care.

Am I tired?
No.

I can fly.



Poetry by Aurora
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Written on 2009-08-13 at 05:16

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
this is incessant struggle with human impulses, the greatest battle and the highest peak has to be achieved within ones own self, hope high ............good work
2009-09-05


Morgan Cellohead
just thought i'd let you know: behind the gangsta jazz, this year's vanguard show, this year's cadets show, and the PR's spartacus show, this is next in the list of things over the years that have most made we want to do marching band.

p.s. don't think i've been converted, though =P
2009-08-17