Marching Band

The dull roar of a crowded room,
everyone sets up while all horns tune.
The shine of the drums, woodwind, and brass
at long last comes the beginning of class.
B-flat warm up, it's time to play,
and find that every instrument has something to say.
Percussion booming, while woodwinds hum,
the brass crescendos in with a loud buh-bum!
In heat of summer, in the dead of night,
On the bleachers, or decked out for sake of Halloween’s fright.
Drummer roll off, let cadence begin
Fingers crossed that our team might actually win.