A molten sun setting low
with mouths agape we stared
and watched it sink below
the distant water’s edge
as music filled the air
with sounds beyond compare
trumpets, drums and clarinets
from that Army band so rare
Gathered on the waterfront
“Pershing’s Own” Band played
An older pair was sitting there
tapping feet to the music’s beat
He rose to stand
and cheered the band
as his Navy branch was hailed
and every branch regaled
With each refrain our pride swelled
Old Glory waved and tears fell
one perfect summer night
at the National Harbor site
Lorene Rogers© Sept. 18, 2022
Where might I see some of your poems?
Many thanks, Rick, for the generous comment...Great to know I accomplished my goal! I write from the heart. The music and people attending this performance moved me so much...I knew I had to write the poem while I could recall every sensation.
wow, amazing poetry indeed. I read spellbound and captivated as if I was present and being part of the poet's recollections. the poem and the scenes did really match. Thanks for sharing Lorene
Beautiful poem Lorene, I could see the water age hear the trumpets. Very visually entertaining