Best Strike Up The Band Poems
Proud parents gathered for the fifth grade band presentation.
The kids labored long and hard to enhance their musical education.
'Twas the band's first concert since its recent organization.
The harried teacher approached it with a sense of trepidation!
Moms and dads endured the commotion at home for many weeks,
As their blossoming prodigies practiced and honed their techniques.
Suffering through the blare of trumpets, the bleat of saxaphones,
The wail of clarinets and oboes, the atonal pitch of trombones!
The girls were dressed in white blouses and black, slinky skirts.
Boys wore dark trousers, black bow ties and snow-white shirts.
Each of the girls had a pretty ribbon adorning her hair.
Boys had even combed their hair - which was very rare!
Teacher apprehensively grasped her baton and waved the downbeat.
The program began with a simple rendition of "Bonaparte's Retreat."
At the end of the concert a heartwarming thing occurred.
The audience rose exclaiming, "Twas the sweetest music ever heard!"
Though at times they were not in tune and the tempo somewhat slow,
They proudly gave it their best and put on a wonderful show!
Was a spark in a child's soul that night fanned into a flame,
Boosting his or her enthusiasm to strive for musical acclaim?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Strike up the band.
It's going to be grand.
Sing as never before.
Let the music roar.
Strike up the band.
If you are feeling down.
Turn up the sound.
Give it all you got.
The music is hot.
Let the music play.
Strike up the band.
The music roars.
A crescendo of course.
The drums bash.
Symbols crash.
Trumpets scream.
Violins sound like a dream.
Let the music play.
Strike up the band
Why are you singing.
My good friend?
Because this music has no end.
It makes me happy to say.
Let the music play.
Strike up the band.
You don't need a reason.
To sing or play.
Happiness display.
Drive misery away.
Let the music play.
Strike up the band
The heart rejoice.
Lift up the voice.
Let it ring let it say.
I'm happy to day.
Let the music play.
Strike up the band.
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Vertical water
drenching everything around...
Raindrops on parade.
If one is wrong
and the other one is right
the choice should be easy,
but why then the inner fight?
We choose
and then we second guess,
what if we chose wrong
and really made a great mess!
We know deep down
the choice we made
will bring us joy -
like a summer parade.
Strike Up The Band
Strike! Strike!
Strike up the Band!
If you're brown
please beware
If you’re black
watch your back
If you’re yellow
dive for cover
If you’re red
you’re already dead
Strike! Strike!
Strike up the Band!
They’re coming to take us away!
They’re coming to take us away!
Raise high the flag
Raise high those stars and stripes
We’re Christians and Hindus
Muslims and Jews
We work, we sing, we dance
We play in parks
On Sundays after church
We’re neighbors
We’re lovers
We’re builders, cowboys
waiters, and cooks
We’re hot dog vendors
and ice cream peddlers
We hoe your fields
and pick your fruit.
We drive your trucks
and plow your fields
We cut your meat
and herd your cows
You wonder the price
You wonder the vice
It’s time to De-Ice
Rid us of these lice?
Strike! Strike!
Strike up the Band!
They came and took us away
away
away
away to Guantanamo