It came so quick, it was hard to bare,
The time had come to break out the snare.
Marching band was around the corner,
My drum looked at me like a foreigner
It started with a week of band camp.
Everyday was so annoying like a nagging cramp.
But we pressed on, my drum and I,
And before I knew it, the week flew by
Still I just wanted to quit.
I was sick and tired of all the musical lyrics.
Now we got practices after school?
I was hoping to God I would hear an "April Fool!"
For awhile I was dreading Tuesday and Thursday nights,
But after awhile it seemed to become quite the delight.
A chance to do what I love,
Just my drum and I, with nothing to worry of.
I liked your poem and your use of personification in the first stanza of your poem.
ReplyDeleteI really liked your poem. I feel like you captured your feelings of how you wanted to quit and how you started to enjoy the band very well.
ReplyDeleteI loved this poem. Your rhymes were great and you truly focused on your issue and how you overcame it. Although you weren't enjoying band at first, and at times you may be fed up with it, you kept going because of your love for the drums. Sometimes it only takes one thing to keep you focused in life, and that is what you love the most. Great poem!! :)
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