Finest Hour

March 2, 2010
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Darkness envelops us
as we enter
The seemingly endlesssssssssss
T
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n
n

e

l

my heart pounds
in my chest,
as nervousness begins
to take HOLD

At Last!
The light
at the end
grows near,
the radiance,
intensifying
to reveal the stadium

My nerves seem
to evaporate
as I step into the
GIGANTIC Arena,
a musical battlefield
Lined up
left and right
back and front
like soldiers standing ranks
UNMOVING

“Only Time”,
calm and serene,
quickly transforming
“Into the Storm”

“Hide and Seek”,

a c h ao t ic ballad,

yet still retaining
an eerie stillness

“The Flight of the Thunderbird”

f

f
takes o
jubilant and victorious
as a journey through life
concludes.

Silence follows
for a split second
then deafening applause
emanating from all directions
drowns the stadium

I stand RIGID,
proudest I’ve ever been,
The golden light reflecting
from the silver finish
of my trumpet……
This is my Finest Hour.





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