An Unusual Art

Rolling steps, feet in timeThis art, this love of mine"Find your dot," run it back Endurance, something I can not lackTooting tunes, forward slidesMaking sure our lines align Marching band is what I love"Woodwinds cut holes in your gloves!"Put on your hat, make sure it's straightBe ready to perform, wait, and waitIn anticipation of the prizeSomething that gives a twinkle in our eyesTo perform again for the crowdWe wear beaming smiles, huge and proudWe're a family, people of all kindsLeaving no single one behind

This poem is about: 
My community


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