COLORGUARD PRAYER
When the music starts and we stand proud and true
Please oh lord! Let the judges like what we do

May I stay in rhythm; let me not lose my count
for I dread they will see and point me out

This I well know is not so bad but,
buy the looks on my instructor could kill my dad

I ask not for myself but for the whole
let us march in straight lines, and not on our toes

May my hands be true even though they're black and blue
It's the price we must pay for the toss's that get away

Protect me oh lord! from you know who
They couldn't catch a cold you know this is true

When the show's almost over and the fans are on their feet
keep me smiling that same smile, even though I can not breath.

BANDS AT FOOTBALL GAMES
It seems that in the public mind today,
That bands and football are entwined to stay.
My history is weak, I can't recall,
How marching bands became entwined w/football.
They're not alike, by no co-interest scaled,
All that they have in common is the feild.
I'll come right out and state right where I stand,
That of the two my favorite is the band,
I've watched football for thirty years or more,
And never really cared about the score,
It's half time which has drawn me to the stands,
It's then that I can watch and hear the bands,
Not hear them well, the crowd is loud throughout,
Just waiting for the second half no doubt,
They've had poor training, you can always tell,
When the bands march, you're not supposed to yell.
And sad it is, when happens in this land,
Some fourth rate team backed by a first rate band,
That band applauds and cheers and plays, ahem, That football team should be applauding them!
Mine's not the view of most I understand, For me there's something special 'bout the band!

MARCHING PRACTICE
We practice each day since our great goal is All-State,
Sustained by hope and warm Gatorade,
"NO, THAT WAS RAG-GED!" "TUBAS PLAY LOU-DER!"
Do it again, such a mess we've made.
Go forwards and backwards, two eights then three fours,
Get to our spots 'fore the music's done.
"STRAIGHTEN THAT FRONT ROW! "
"HOLD YOUR HORNS HIGHER!"
Do it again, isn't this such fun?
We've marched and played 'cross this wide field for ho-urs.
From set to set under a hot sun.
"NO! ITS NOT RIGHT YET!"
"GO BACK TO SET ONE!"
Do it twice more before we are done.

WE ARE THE SHOW
The time between seasons drags
And the days click by like dominoes
One by one they tumble over
Countdown to begin the show.

Then finally the season starts
The date is set, the time, the place
We organize another year
The calendars fill with practice dates.

Tosses, spins, amazing grace
The music haunts us day and night
Foot here, hand there, the flag in place
Practice, practice to make it right.

Performance faces, focused eyes
The music fills our hearts once more
Just like in practice all those times
We dance across the wooden floor.

A show well done fills up our hearts
The end result of hours strained
We burst with pride when we know it's good
And when it's not, we burn with shame.

All our shows improve by bounds
The season moves on faithfully
And all too soon it has to end
When it's all over, where will we be?

A little wiser, a little sad
To see another season go
But knowing we'll always treasure the time
When together, we were the show.

THOSE DAYS
Those horrible, hot days of summer band camp. Rehearsing drill until your legs burn. Doing the show until you are positively sick of the band director saying "lets do it one more time," loading and unloading instrument, carrying flags and props on and off the field with the timing of a military offensive, day after day after day. Ice to relive bruises on wrists, foreheads, ankles. Swollen lips. Doing push-ups. Standing at attention for five more minutes than you can bear. Sunburn. Wanting to sell yoursoul for five more minutes of sleep. Flags in the face, rifles in the ribs. wanting to give it all up and join the chess club. Hearing the show music in your sleep. Sectionals. Heartburn, Heartbreak. Drumming on everything in sight. Tossing anything you pick up. Thinking marching band was a stupid way to get out of PE Running laps because someone else was late, again. Realizing colrguard looked a lot easier than it is. Doing mor push-ups. Wondering what happened to your life. Eating dinner in a car while changing and doing your homework. Lost shoes and lost mouth pieces. Blood Blisters on your palms. Long underwhere under your uniform and icy wind in your face. Learning the fine art of sleeping on a buss. Tears and teasing. Learning yo have 200 new brothers and sisters who stick by you through thick and thin. Know you have 300 new parents who will cheer for you, no matter what. Laughing with others and learning more about yourself than you ever though possible. Doing more push-ups. Thinking the show will never work. And then finally, it comes together and you have achieved perfection. Drumming you hands off, playing you brains out, and tossing higher that the sky. A slice of time in a stadium when everyone cheers and your mom cries and pictures get taken and once, just once, you have the world in you hands. And the band marches out of the stadium ad down the street, always together whether it's success or not, and you know by the feeling in your heart that it doesn't get any better than this. And you know that if your director asked you to turn around and "do it just one more time, a little better," you would.

LETS MAKE SOME MAGIC
Lets make some magic
Lets do it right
Do it with heart
Do it with pride

Hold your head high
Do not be afraid
For fear can destroy
The magic we've made

We have the power
We have it inside
It shows in our progress
It shows in our eyes

Though pained and exhausted
We will not give in
We have the magic
That makes us win

Lets create an illusion
We have the strength
To open locked doors
Deep within

With every flag toss
Every step of the dance
Lets make them smile
Lets take this chance

Come on gang!
Lets show them who we are
Smile from the soul
Reach for the stars

Take them from reality
Cold and tragic
Find a place in their hearts
Lets Make Some Magic!

(taken from the Colorguardcorner.com)