White boots, drums, trombones
Figures traced on football field
Practice for the fall
Grandson joined the band
Plays new sounds that stir old hearts
Some things never change
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lovely and yes somethings never change xx
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Bet he’ll make life long friends through band membership. I did!
Yes. My grandson loved making new friends at band practice even before his first day of high school..
and reading about it is music to our ears 🙂 thank you
Thanks. It is most a most wonderful sound. 🙂