Our son's graduation, West Point Military Academy, May 1981
The Band Concert It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage, but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me. I sat with family on bleachers that sunny day as the glorious band’s thunderous sounds filled my ears, and my chest vibrated wildly with the powerful music from brass, woodwinds, percussion, and resounding drums. As my heart beat in sync with the strong pounding rhythm, such deep patriotic emotion fully engulfed me, and I could feel my heart fill up with pride as it beat with the thrill of that music and with the vision of those great young men and women in huge formations, marching on their way to receive diplomas and off to serve our country. Then I saw him, our dear son, marching within that "Long Gray Line", stepping in unison with fellow classmates to that awesome music. The wondrous relentless rhythm from those drums and horns, together with the artistic and intricate merging formations, engulfed my whole being as tears filled my eyes with pride and joy— on that special day—at that one-time special event—in May 1981... Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015 Sponsor: Laura Loo Judged: 07/16/2016 ~Honorable Mention~ Contest: The Concert Sponsor: Craig Cornish Judged: 06/10/2015
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