Live

Here's a poem I wrote for World Lit class...which I'm hoping to recycle for my writing class...


"Live"​

I enter the concert hall,
So many people are here,with one goal
In mind--we all want to see our favorite band
Live, there in the hall, on the stage
Playing both the songs that we love,
and those that are new.

I race inside, feeling a rush of excitement
In a few moments, she will appear,
Singing her songs, old favorites and new
To the cheers of us, the fans.

It's long, a boring wait, here in this chair
Hard as a rock
I enjoy a hot dog as I wait
So patiently.
Hours and minutes,
Tick away...

Finally, I hear the low beat of the drums...
Showtime is here!

We all rise to our feet, cheering
As a guitar wails away, joining the drum
Next is the piano, then the sax...

Finally, she appears, to the roar of the crowd
Flowing brown hair, colorful clothes
Exactly the way I thought she would be...

She sings, we all join in
Voices united,
How I wish this night
Would last forever...
 
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