There she is sitting on the track,
staring at a dead tree across the football field.
Thinking about her work.
1, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8
Row your boat; cone, 2, 3;
working so hard because finally it’s our turn.
We get to take over the football field.
Instead of just only doing halftime,
it is pure Marching band instead.

The invitational is about to start.
Hearing the “Let’s Go Clarkston”
from the crowd of mainly family.
Hearing the cheering doesn’t make you nervous,
the cheering actually helps you perform even better.

Everyone trying their best, to make their parents,
instructors and the drum majors proud of them.
When we are all done we get to perform,
again just for the parents.

“Mark Time Mark” goes the Drum majors,
the color guard starts to shuffle.
Then we do the whole show again.
Knowing that it was freezing cold,
Didn’t change the minds of doing the show again.

In the end the Marching Band starts to dance,
to Jump on it, while the tubas play it.
Remembering all the way back to her rookie year,
two short years ago.
Knowing that this was going to be her last,
yet also the most remembered too,
The Clarkston Invitational of 2011.