Marching Band

This is it.
There is no turning back.
We worked too hard to step down.
Our triumphs have lead us this far.
Through the wind, rain, and blazing sun.
We have out played them all.
A performance.
A musical masterpiece.
Every note memorized.
Every step to perfection.
Key changes, time changes
Tempo changes.
Even after practice.
You hear the whistle in your ears.
"Tweet. Tweet, Tweet, Tweet"
All quiet.
"Heels, together!"
"Stomachs, in!"
"Chest, out!"
"Shoulders back!"
"Chins, up!"
Once the whistle blows
Off we go.
Performing like it is our last
With pride in our eyes
The wonderful, glorious sound of the marching band.