Playing the Trombone
My grandson’s in the band this year;
He’s playing the trombone.
We wondered how he’d handle it
Or get those deep notes blown.
The instrument within its case
Seems hard for him to schlep,
But we watched as he assembled it
To practice, step by step.
He played the notes of “Hot Cross Buns”
(We couldn’t really tell)
With sounds that he produced emerging
From the trombone’s bell.
He recognized mistakes, but then
He’d have another go,
Remaining calm and focused
‘Til the notes began to flow.
How wonderful to witness
The beginnings of a skill
Which may grow or not, but currently
Gives all of us a thrill.
The calendar’s already marked –
There is a concert date
To hear the 4th grade band perform
And we can hardly wait!
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