The Formation
United we stand tall,
with us moving, crisp and on cue.
As our leaders, along our front,
telling us the movement, were to do.
Our eyes, looking straight ahead,
our position, being still, until made known.
Becoming, so still, in fact,
like were a statue, made from stone.
For all, of us, on display,
to receive information, and heartfelt gratification.
Acknowledging, the truth, of ourselves,
standing there, during this, military congregation.
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