Do you see the clouds moving in? Can you feel the breeze speeding a bit and the smell of rain in the air? Those are rather everyday things but they go deeper in the eyes, ears, aromas and feeling on the skin to a poet or writer of any kind. Our eyes see the flaw in the leaf of the beautiful rosebush. We feel the rain more like stinging droplets of fire rather than water droplets. The odor of a skunk wakes up memories instead of a nauseous overtaking of a putrid smell.1
Take a minute to look out the window there and then I’ll tell you what I see.2
I see grass worn down from the band marching daily, an oak tree that has a birds nest in the Y of the higher limbs. I smell muddy dirt reminding me of wonderful spring days in my younger years.3
Colors of the dandelions are as bright yellow as the sun but the brown grass hold little resemblance to what once was a green grassy field. A barren field? Maybe. I prefer to think of all the feet that had marched in precise movement with other feet. I seen a broken line of the scene made by the conductor’s high wooden box in the far left corner. While necessary for the band’s purpose, it is an ugly intruder to the aesthetic view.4
I can hear in my ear’s memory the wonderful sounds from the different instruments as they pound out a marching tune. Visions of the flag team waving through the clear air as though they were one entity. The leader’s voice continues to reverberate through the musical cadence as he corrects or changes the music.5
The bass drum permeates the very soul with it’s steady and spirited sound. The other elements and instruments of music follow the lead.6
My, my! Such a lovely field worn down in order to enable the musical talents of the members be honed and perfected. But on the days the mowers are here, the aroma of wild onions and newly mowed grass. There is clover in whites and purples that sparkle in the early morning dew. That’s what is on the part of the field not constantly trampled by innumerable feet. 7
Variegated shades of green and brown specked with white and purple are a most beautiful scene. The outcome of the many feet wearing down the center of the field is offset by beauty in the other areas. Also hearing the beauty that is indescribable of the music seems a small price to pay.8
Farther across the street on the other side of the field is a busy street carrying students and professors as well to classes that will benefit both groups. Across the street is the dean’s house. Brick weathered to a brown rather than the original red, in he yard are trees of various breeds; oak, pine, pecan and one beautiful magnolia with white blooms not only pleasant to the eyes but a beautifully spicy fragrance. The nicely kept house and lawn is peaceful in looks, aromas and serenity. 9
All in all the scene is calming, fragrant, beautiful, colorful and well maintained as much as possible. The band is starting to arrive and I want to go listen. 10
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This is Amazing & Very Beautiful
I think this is amazing and so very beautiful. Your words paint such a vivid picture that I could really visualise the scenes you have portrayed here so well. I could read something like this all day long and still want to read more. This is a really beautiful piece of writing that you should be extremely proud of. Thankyou so much for writing this and being kind enough to share its beauty with me. I loved this. Thankyou again. With all my very best wishes from Rose xx
for you x
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This is a vivid picture you paint with this work. I can easily see the images that you mention as if I were looking out my own window and I can hear the band as the sounds reverberate in my head. Another great work by my favorite writer.
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Ps Scott is gunna mail me a pan of it on my bday I guess it would keep in a bag ok? If it was mailed quickly. (LOL)
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Poo, What a lovely read its filled with refeshment in the beauty of the out doors you've shared. Just by sitting here and reading it almost like we are there with you. Its like you can feel the peace and happiness and you have played the tunes of poetry to the heart of those who read this very nicely done. When the band comes will you be the one with the flag marching with them? Go Poo and I'll sit in the house enjoying one of Scotts sloppy joes and marching with my feet now wouldn't that be fun. Seeing my sis in the band and having some sloppy joes. Now that would be the best bday next month. A parade with sis in it having some of that famous cooking you both does haha. Make mine half the calories ok? Love, Me
Edited on Jan 21, 7:44 p.m. because ''.
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