Boom Boom Crash

March 11, 2010
By Jesse Masters BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
Jesse Masters BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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As I walk over, the drums glisten bright./
My body gets so anxious to go play./
I love it so much; I'm dazzled at sight./
You can findme there ev'ry single day./
Ev'ry time I play, they always sound loud./
The beats I make, they all come from the heart./
When my band sounds good, we all get so proud./
sounds from my cymbals cut throughlike a dart./
I play those drums forever and ever./
Feel like a king when i sit on the throne./
When it comes time to leave,I will never./
Nothing distracts me, not even the phone./
When it's time to leave, must get one last touch./
I can't lie, I love those drums too much./

The author's comments:
This poem is about how much i love my drum set. how ifeel when i play drums and the way i feel about playing.

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