Room 102

by the simple girl   May 19, 2007

Room 102
Home of the KHS Marching Band
Where new friendships are made
And young hearts are broken
Some call us band geeks
Others call us musicians
But when it comes down to it
We are family

So what if we have insults
Wrong notes
Long practices
And broken friendships
Because through every insult
There's a compliment
Through every fight
There's a hug
Through ever tear
There's a smile
Through ever wrong note
There's a right one
Through every long practice
There's an even better performance
And through every broken friendship
There's a new one in bloom

A family doesn't grow
When there is nothing to push it
Because in the end
You won't remember everything that went wrong
You'll remember the things that came from that
If there is no bad in this world
Then there is nothing to make the good things even better
This is a family
And every single memory that we have made
Will stick with us throughout the rest of our lives
No one will ever forget,
What we made in room 102...
Our home.

This is dedicated to the band members of the class of 2007. All of you have helped shape the band into what it is today. Thank you.


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  • 11 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow I know what its like to be such a part of a group that it feels like a family. Nice job.

  • 11 years ago

    by x Mo x

    That was a great poem! I really felt how you feel about the band. (Im not in band, but Im in orchestra, and we have the same sort of thing in our class.) It flowed smoothly and the idea was great!