The Band Director
With her hands poised and ready, she said, “I will see you at the end!”
Then like horses at the gate, the band would all jump in.
At ease directing classical, Sousa, or big band,
It was hang on to your seat, and get ready to jam!
She corrected wrong notes, intonation, and sometimes raised her voice.
Then the band would play it again, more carefully of course!
At practice she was firm, but liked to have fun.
She was quick of her wit, and rarely could be undone!
She put in many long hours behind the scenes,
Running the band like a well-oiled machine.
She loved her sister, her friends, and her dear pets.
It was a full life, and she had no regrets.
She made the music come to life on warm summer nights,
And friends would tap their feet to the melody in delight.
Keeping in line the flutes, the reeds, and the horns,
Carol Blake was the band director, a job for which she was born.
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