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Saturday, December 04, 2004 This poem dedicate to my dearly bowen military band...here u go..-: The bandroom were opened at eight-thirty that morning, and the band members started streaming in. There were seniors,juniors combining talents some came into the band room with confident strides. It has been done on the very first day. When they just learnt to be a new band member But most stood alone at any corner they could find. Unlocking each identity for further interaction Which one way through that can be taught in the space of notes It was not until a soul drew his own curtain and build a bowen military onto his shoulder that the murmuring filled the band room He guided us in the magic of his own music and teach us with most patience even knowing we are weak as much could be help back then until…. Faint music was heard from the back of the room withdrew a curtain and was now playing. Guiding us along the music,parade Was just the back of the memories As we played,marching, everyone[juniors] came closer and one by one they picked up an instrument and played along. The cornets, French horns, euphoniums, tubas and more gathered harmoniously in a jubilant symphony,mlitary they call From the sounds of the Canon in D Major to the overtures and rhapsodies, music filled the parade and study area they call as more joined in the military as years passed it by. The military-life is concluding after four long years. Along the journey, strings have snapped, sticks broken and even chords have played out of tune. But they have been fixed time and time again, by the very friends that we have made. Our lives are like creating music, learning the notes before we start, then breaking the rules when the time is ripe and finally playing them all right from the heart. Every band member has its own story to tell and impart, just like the one that is about to depart. Perhaps there might be another for the next generation, to carry the torch of a band tradition. The band members is concluding after four long years, it is playing the notes of its final verse. The music will stop when the tenure is over, and become a memory for every band member. -suhaili-amj` hmm...tts a poem for bowen military band....its for the each of the band member who grow up in that particular cca...its jus for u guys..came right from my heart...appreciate u guys right from the beginning i knew each of them as me seniors,juniors..all in all...ure worth my time,my pain...its oki we dunt make it upteen times,im sure we make it one day..granting one wish is all tt cud be done....trus bowen military band...:) adious..
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