The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 9/21/07

[BlueIris]

"The High School Band"

On warm days in September the high school band
Is up with the birds and marches along our street,
Boom boom,
To a field where it goes boom boom until eight forty-five
When it marches, as in the old rhyme, back, boom boom,
To its study halls, leaving our street
Empty except for the leaves that descend, to no drum
And lie still.
In September
A great many high school bands beat a great many drums,
And the silences after their partings are very deep.

—Reed Whittemore

[ThomCat]

1. That's wonderful. I can see a suburban street

up where the leaves change early. I can hear marching band practice.

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah. This one really resonates with me as I grew up a block from my high school.

Which had a stellar and very dedicated marching band. We used to have a lot of days like the days described in this poem.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[WildEyedLiberal]

4. Wow that brings back some high school memories

The one thing I miss about high school is crisp autumn days, the marching band, sitting with friends on the bleachers watching our football team lose... it all had a very timeless quality to it.

[Callalily]

5. What a heartwarming poem.

Yes, this too brings back memories.

[BlueIris]

6. I thought we could use some lighter fare.

Especially because The Serious poems are coming back tomorrow.

[Callalily]

7. That one sure

brought back some memories. I can just feel the chill in the air, and the horns blowing their tunes.

Sorry that I haven't been posting to your poem threads lately, life has been very hectic. Rest assured though, I do read them.

[BlueIris]

9. Excellent. I know I have readers. That's why I'm trying to chill

about whether there are comments or not.

[CTyankee]

8. Hi Blue Iris! I too love poetry. Tell me who are your favorite poets?

I love Emily Dickinson, Wallace Stevens and John Keats.

I'd love to hear about your picks!

[BlueIris]

10. Kick.

[wildhorses]

11. very nice.

thanks.