As I think back of my school days
I often reminesce on Music Class.
The chorus practiced every week,
And sometimes we didn't sound so sweet.
Four part harmony we sang,
Soprano, alto, tenor and of course bass.
Although the boys voices often twanged,
From their changing vocal chords they faced.
I sang alto and first soprano too,
Depending on the selection the teacher chose.
We sang our hearts out trying to stay in tune,
Often times we did sound pretty close.
Down the hall we could hear the band,
Warming up to start their practice,
What a mixture of clamours and clangs,
Noise that gave your ears fractures.
But, to me it was a beautiful collaboration
Of teenagers giving their all to learn.
Singing and playing instruments to satisfaction,
Though our instructors often looked concerned.
We never gave up this ritual of ours,
To become the best we could possibly be.
We perservered and studied each hour,
With interest, determined to reach middle C.
Every year our efforts paid off,
Because in the Spring our concert we gave.
The band accompanied the choir loft,
We sang beautifully as they superbly played.
Our instructors of course would give a sigh,
For it actually blended in harmony.
And afterwards we all would give the high five,
Knowing once more we triumphed with glee.
Shy
August 30, 2006
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PSALM 92: 1
It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD,
and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: |
