Their bows akimbo, half-sized players dressed
In black and white, new blouses, pants, and shoes,
A hundred of them, all face forward, lest
They start to misbehave, and miss their cues.
Behind them, older kids, then older still.
Three hundred altogether, in the space.
For each, a parent, maybe two, to thrill
At picking out their son's or daughter's face
From numbers worthy of a Berlioz.
An afternoon's reward, for those who chose
This tiny piece of where their childhood goes.
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This tiny piece of where their childhood goes."
"This tiny piece of where their childhood goes."
That's beautiful. Thank you.
In black and white. "
What a beautiful image, DB. My nephew is a full sized base player who recently graduated with his bachelors from the conservatory- but I can just picture him standing at the back row. Rated.
kissinglessons, I'm glad you enjoyed it. And thanks for cutting me a break - "lest" is an odd word to end a line with.
trilogy, I'm glad you liked those lines. They were a huge struggle, and then they just sort of appeared out of nowhere.
froggy, have a wonderful time at the concert. Take a camera (I had to use my phone)
Linnnn, 300 was grander to look at than to hear! (But don't tell them that!)
FusunA, I am so happy to hear about your nephew, and I wish him all the luck in the world. And the youngest bass players on Sunday were the cutest, no question.
It is very gratifying to write, and have people respond with such personal memories. Thank you all.
Your servant.