Summer memories fade as
the chills of autumn draw near.
Settling in the warm glow of the bandroom with steamed up windows,
We sit and chat; jokes are told, giggles and gossip until
The baton is raised - then silence and attention.
Faces fixed on music as the first notes break the empty stillness
outside.
Afterwards, we tumble out to waiting cars;
Shouted goodbyes and slamming of doors.
As Christmas
approaches, preparations are made;
Carol playing through town and village,
Bringing cheer to scattered houses
By lamplight we go, with numbed fingers,
Stamping our feet against the cold;
Catching a glimpse of each little Christmas,
With blazing hearth and coloured lights aglow.
Then on into the night with Yuletide greetings
And hopes for the new year to come.
Snowdrops herald the
springtime And as the season marches in, we plan;
For jumble sales, cake stalls, coffee mornings and raffles
Funds to raise for the year ahead;
Music to find, uniforms to press
And tracking down the elusive bow tie!
Polished instruments gleam in the pale sunlight of the May Fair.
Summer arrives in all
its glory.
Garden fetes and galas draw the crowds.
Rows of chairs by the bandstand
Coloured bunting fluttering in the breeze,
The bright note of the band rises above the sound
Of bouncy castle, donkey ride and burger stand.
As at last we come, to the beat of the drum,
Marching in step towards another season.
Ben Smailes (12)
Ryedale School
(Second Euph – Kirkbymoorside Town Brass band)
