Sousa Poems - Poems about Sousa

...Stan was a conductor of a band, Stan thought he was very grand. In the park most summer days, From the bandstand, Stanley plays. With his bandleaders uniform on, He ceremoniously raises his bato......

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...Today, I was reminiscing about Independence Day celebrations of yesterday, And how happy throngs commemorated the day as compared to today. Corona virus and rowdy mobs have seized our orderly domai......

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...The first two months we tromp and plod Or trudge or slog or shuffle While bundled up, accompanied By cough or sneeze or snuffle. But now the calendar has turned And so our pace increases. Thi......

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...A guzzler from Lollapalooza just joined the parade - P. J. Sousa. ‘twixt his trombone and feet he's a trifle off-beat The cops coax him "off" to their cruiser. July 2, 2019......

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...The marching band played John Philip Sousa My daddy held my hand Lining the streets elbows to my head My daddy put me on his shoulders, where I could stand ~ The marching marines stopp......

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...Sousa Slept Sousa slept and slept and when he woke and rubbed the dust of time away and wound the clock, put on the water, snubbed the cat, and spread the paper, so as on every othe......

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...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......

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...I used to run on overdrive, My energy unflagging; But now, no matter how I strive, Before the night, I’m dragging. Where once I partied with the best And did my share of drinking, More often ......

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...People do not celebrate July the 4th abroad. There aren’t fireworks with which Observers may be awed. It’s just another day Without the red, the white, the blue; And more than likely, there won’t be......

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...When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in reverie to times in my past. Places where I spent my childhood are ......

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...I may be no Rambling Poet I may not be the one-you know it! I may be no Dani Sousa I may be the one to lose her I do have something to say. I am sure of this: I Will not be as great a poet as o......

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...Tonight we all trembled at the thought of you gone You did not get to see today's sunrise at dawn Or smell the mornings dew on the fresh grass the finger prints that are still left on your glass ......

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