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SOMEONE OF COLORGUARD STATURE
Do you know someone who is of colorguard stature?
Someone who lives for a few moments in a lifetime
Who knows that those moments are what makes that life shine
Someone who will push themselves
Who will work a million hours to perfect a few minutes
Who will twist and scar their bodies for the sake of grace
Who will spend their nights on gym floors and on buses
too worn and tired to even notice how uncomfortable it is
Who loves to sweat, strain and bake under the summer sun
and the gym ceiling lights
Who ignores their jammed fingers and wretched backs
Who takes blows from their equipment and keep doing it over again
Who isn't afraid to try
Someone who loves to perform
Who would trade anything to be on the floor at the start of a show
Who loves the smile of a judge and the gasp of a fan
Who lives in the pulse of a melody and bends to the will of a song
Who can tell a story with their expression and embody and entire emotion
Who can transform into a whole new person but keep their mind in tact
Who sings with colors
Who speaks in gestures
Who knows that winning the hearts of the crowd
is more important than winning a medal
Someone who is a part of something larger
Who takes away the self and trades it for the team
Who is there for anyone at anytime in need
Who can laugh at things that make no sense
Who can laugh at themselves without losing their pride
Who cherishes friendships, even if they only last a season
Who will give up their identities for something they can't explain to others
Who plays their part without needing to know why
Someone who lives for those few moments in a life time
And knows that those moments are what makes that life shine.

WE ARE THE SHOW
The time between seasons drags
And the days click by like dominoes
One by one they tumble over
Countdown to begin the show.

Then finally the season starts
The date is set, the time, the place
We organize another year
The calendars fill with practice dates.

Tosses, spins, amazing grace
The music haunts us day and night
Foot here, hand there, the flag in place
Practice, practice to make it right.

Performance faces, focused eyes
The music fills our hearts once more
Just like in practice all those times
We dance across the wooden floor.

A show well done fills up our hearts
The end result of hours strained
We burst with pride when we know it's good
And when it's not, we burn with shame.

All our shows improve by bounds
The season moves on faithfully
And all too soon it has to end
When it's all over, where will we be?

A little wiser, a little sad
To see another season go
But knowing we'll always treasure the time
When together, we were the show.

COLORGUARD POEM
For many of those who do not know,
us guardies put on one hell of a show.
Where would the band be without the guard,
keeping the crowd on their feet would be so hard.

We twirl all our rifles, flags, and sabres with ease,
we do our best since the crowd we must please.
We move to the music and twirl to the beat,
anything and everything to get the crowd on their feet.

We will practice at any time,
using any place we can find.
Twirling pool sticks at the pool hall,
marching in step at the mall.

Your fellow guardies are your friends,
your second family til the end.
They will always be there for you,
and help you through and through.

From bus trips and parades,
special bonds are made.
Though there is no time to sleep,
there's always a schedule to keep.

Even though most disagree,
guard is a sport you see.
We practice as much as the rest,
and in everything we do we try our best.

In the end guard is great,
to be a member is no mistake
Memories will always last,
even though time will go by so very fast.

-- Jennifer Sheehan

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