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    dots Submission Name: My New Yers Daydots

    Author: annie smith
    ASL Info:    20/f
    Elite Ratio:    5.26 - 75/61/24
    Words: 376
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsMy New Yers Daydots

    My nerves on edge
    My stoumach knotted
    My heart beat irregular
    Skipping random beats

    the moon still out
    A are the stars
    Dotting the sky
    Still inky black

    I eat my breakfast
    With jiddery fingers
    Shaking slighty
    I eat what I can

    I'm exhausted
    But can't sleep
    Nerves and excitment,
    The culprets to blame

    As the sun rises
    I'm standing in a cold wind
    Whild mixed with the brease,
    Nerves and emotions flair so high

    The orders and yells, cries and shouts
    Hang thickly in the air
    Each section plays a lasting note
    Hoping unison in their nervous song

    My breath comes ridged
    My heart pounds wild
    As shakily I walk to my spot
    and a yell to attention is heard

    I take a breath
    Close my eyes
    Raise my tool to my mouth
    As whisels sounded moments before

    A focused stream of breath
    Runs through a flash of silver
    And melodic voices spread like mist
    As my feet start to walk a strict march

    I snap my head
    The croud goes wild
    The melody flows
    A wild, peacful river

    The sun warms the song and the face
    I stand up straight,
    My shoulders square
    My breath normals

    I see the sign for the blue and gold
    A tornado, a sign
    I swell with pride
    And play my best

    On and on an endless flow
    Cameras flashing in the soft sun
    But O! just wait!
    Talent is needed for the part to come

    The turn unfolds
    But straight I keep it
    Molding, forming in perfect, praticed precision
    The croud cheers and pride swell once more

    It seems forever that I walked
    My aching feet I don't think of
    For tire I may, but the croud does not
    But we're here to please

    But all to soon
    It's done, it's over
    I scream and cheer for blue and gold
    For they're my colors

    My feet were aching
    As are my arms
    But a smile on my face
    And pride in my heart

    Now joy and pain
    And unbearable pratices
    I made it
    It,s done
    Now there is only one thing left to say

    Submitted on 2007-01-04 18:50:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      There are numerous, and I mean numerous, spelling errors in this poem. But...I am not going to go through and stab you with them. Instead (don't droop your eyes yet), I am going to focus on the wonderful poem before me.

    Ah, a marching band. Stay true to your school, huh? That myst truly have been a difficult thing. I can just imagine the lengthy, repetitive and monotonous practices. Yes, they truly must have been tiresome. But the result was pure, smooth, marching band perfection!

    Everyone, even the most experience of speakers/musicians/singers/etc. is nervous. No matter how many times they have done it. Even if they are able to do it without a hitch, they are still nervous. So this is quite normal. But, as you have seen, once you get into it your nervousness melts away like butter in a microwave...yeah, that was a corny simile, but what the heck.

    A nice poem showing pre-marching band jitters. Good work, annie.

    I just suggest that you go through this slowly and proofread for your errors. Everyone needs to learn how to spell correctly, and I want you to work hard so that you can improve and become the best speller ever!
    | Posted on 2007-10-24 00:00:00 | by AsiaticFox | [ Reply to This ]
      lol i like this one. hope you had fun in your parade-
    i used to play in my middle school's orchestra, so i never rele marched in a parade with a violin, cello, or base lol.

    nice imagery
    | Posted on 2007-01-06 00:00:00 | by itsjustme22 | [ Reply to This ]

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