"The Magic Moment"
Anonymous Sterling student
The magic moment I remember,
I looked up and saw her standing there.
An angelic vision and living proof
of all that is beautiful and rare.
My breath was completely taken from me,
What was going on around me I did not care.
For I was spellbound by you,
An angelic vision and living proof
of all that is beautiful and rare.
My breath was completely taken from me,
What was going on around me I did not care.
For I was spellbound by you,
All I could do was stand there and stare.
I stood there agape and stared at you,
with so much noise and activity around.
All I heard was silence, my heartbeat
being the only audible sound.
Who was this beauty so elegant and
graceful moving across the floor?
And how could something so wonderful
exist without me ever seeing her before?
So many emotions washed over me that day,
I did not understand but I would soon see.
From that very moment I saw my soul mate,
I knew every thing you would ever mean to me.
For that day I learned how love felt, and
from that day on I would love and adore.
That vision who was shopping with her mother and sister
I stood there agape and stared at you,
with so much noise and activity around.
All I heard was silence, my heartbeat
being the only audible sound.
Who was this beauty so elegant and
graceful moving across the floor?
And how could something so wonderful
exist without me ever seeing her before?
So many emotions washed over me that day,
I did not understand but I would soon see.
From that very moment I saw my soul mate,
I knew every thing you would ever mean to me.
For that day I learned how love felt, and
from that day on I would love and adore.
That vision who was shopping with her mother and sister
in our hometown grocery store
"Colorline"
By Amanda Pease
The pulse of the music,
Whether city or hick.
The beat of a drum,
Dig-a dig-a dum.
The sticks moving freely,
Looking around at all I see.
Working together as a team,
All connected by a different sea.
Seasons we will never forget,
Notes on the page all set.
Run throughs not always good,
Practice, practice, practice we would.
Uniforms we are proud to wear,
All the crazy drama we bear.
Schedules we hate,
We can sometimes be late.
With our parents that make our food,
Put everyone in a good mood.
Colorguard and drumline,
My life is a colorline.
"What I Left Behind"
By Amanda Pease
The memories that are seen,
Relationships lean, strong, and mean.
Colors are everywhere,
Last one that was there....
Was my best friend Mere.
The sweet fragrance of vanilla,
Also comes the smell of incense.
It fills the whole room violently,
The candle burns oh so silently.
Smelling this aroma is great.
Tires blaring through the speakers,
TV shows are the norm.
Alarm clock going off to wake,
The bureau banging
As I shut my drawers.
All together is music to my ears.
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