3rd Molesey Band, Surrey, United Kingdom

For today, I give you two poems for two lovely children and their very proud parents...

This one's for Thomas for his first time with the 3rd Molesey Marching Band. It's not a new poem but it is most appropriate.

My Very First Drum

Grandad said

He knew where to find

An empty pepper tin

To make me a drum

Thomas, ready for action

My very first drum

So we climbed

And we climbed

The wooden stairs

Right up to the attic

A very large room

Grandad said

"It’s the granary, Tom

Where the salted bacon’s kept

Where the ham is kept as well

It’s all stored here

On great big hooks

Hanging and ready

To be hauled downstairs

For dinner or lunch

Made by your Mum or Gran"

Grandad found

The empty tin

Up on the shelf

Where he’d put it himself

In the corner of the room

In great excitement I took off the lid

And my nose took off as well

I sneezed and sneezed

Grandad chuckled and wheezed

Well, it was the pepper tin

Grandad and I polished

Until the tin sparkled and shone

We made a hole in the top

And the bottom

Then we threaded some string

Clean through the holes

And there it was

A beautiful thing

All shiny and bright

My very first drum

And (yes, I know one should never start a sentence with an 'and') this one (which is new) is for Amelia for her first time with the 3rd Molesey Marching Band.

Amelia, in action

See The Bugler

See the bugler standing proud

Hear the notes

Hear the echoed sounds

As the brass resounds

Leading the floats

Filling the air clear and loud

See Amelia in scarf and gloves

Ready to take her cue

Ready  for her refrain

To fill the air once again

As her eyes take in the view

Of the marching band she loves

See the bugler marching on

Hear the beat

Hear the rhythmic thrums

As the boom of the drums

And the brass compete

When the cymbals crash as one