DRUMMER BOY

I wasn’t much good at sports
but I was a pretty good drummer boy.
I can still feel the marching drum
being pushed by my left knee
as we stepped along –
and th drum strap
wrapped around my shoulder
became familiar and comfortable.

 

We had our special cadences
when the band’s music stopped
and we were responsible
to throw in a couple of flam accents
before the music resummed.

 

I finally made “head drummer
by my junior year in highschool
and I got to play the tympanies then
and that gave such a sense of pride.

 

I go back now and then –
more now than I did awhile ago.

And occasionally
I tell folks about it.

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