"Memories that never
fade"
They wear jackets with pride,
The black and the gold,
They hold their heads high,
Who cares if some are old,
They are friendly and welcoming,
To all those that are new
Yes they even like their Monaca kids to,
Now some are old,
And some are young,
That doesn’t stop this corps from fun,
They march in parades remembering the old days,
And make new memories with each other in new ways,
They march down the road with their horns at their
sides,
As the drums cadence,
Their music glides,
Children in the crowd point and dance,
As the corps marches by in a musical trance,
They stand before the judges in a right oblique,
As they prepare themselves to show their power and
technique,
Their horns fill with music,
Their drums with rhythm,
As they play their song National Emblem,
As they finish the parade,
They form a single file,
Then they stop and talk awhile,
They load up the truck,
And get on the bus,
Some say they wonder what the crowd thought of us,
Then they all go home at the end of the day,
Their memories of Steel City will never fade
away
Jessica
Patterson SCA 2009