The Boy and The Band
By, Tommy W.

There was a boy
That loved his toy
He sat on a bench
And watched his dad work with a wrench
His mom came out
Lemonade in hand
“Oh look! There’s a band!”

With their heads held high
And drums gleaming bright
It was quite a sight
They marched on the street
Marching to the beat
Hundreds of feet marched on
But none of them touched the lawn
The boy looked at the band
Then at his hand
He picked up two sticks
And toy drum too

The boy ran towards the band
And marched along
Banging his drum
And singing a song
Weird as it was, the band seemed delighted
First it was one
That joined the song
Next thing you knew, the whole band was too!

The mother laughed
The father smiled wide
As the boy marched on the side

The band moved on
The boy ran back
With a grin on his face
As if he’d just won a race

In one fell swoop
They had a group hug
Then went back inside

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“Now that is the story”
“Of the boy and the band”
An old man explained, as he held their hands
His grandchildren looked at him
With curiosity and big eyes
And that was the last thing he saw
Before he closed his eyes..'
..And gave a final sigh