Randi Anne

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide,

I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulcher there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Dear Jesus of Nazareth, where have you been? for this world is full of much sorrow and sin. I hear a child’s cry in the night. He’s lonely and cold; he’s bitten by fright. I hear a scream blare out the very next day. To find out another sick murderer has gotten away. I hear of a man who has sexually abused the child in his life, yet the news says its not just him, but it is also him wife… Next I hear a woman on the corner selling her pride, then she destroys her unborn child not caring it has died… We have babies in garbage dumps who’s parents don’t care. Lord,how long can this happen? It just isn’t fair! And our children are starving, yet we still look away. Dear Lord, please hurry, for Satan is getting his way! Can’t it be like it use to be when children were so adored? When will people realize that this can’t go on being ignored! Our children are suffering so much more each day; so I will continue to pray until our innocent children stop hurting this way.

Flute player(Me) Front percussionist(Haley Simerly)

Flute“I’m going to write you a song:)”

Percussionist“Okay!!”

Flute-writes song and hands it to percussionist-

Percussionist-reads it aloud-“Randi loves me this I know for my drill chart tells me so!!”

Flute“Do you like it?”

Percussionist“OH MY GOODNESS YES!!! I’m gonna write you one now>:D”

Flute“Okay!!”

Percussionist-writes song and hands it to flute-

Flute-reads it aloud-“Haley loves me this I know, for my drill chart tells me so! She walks me to class everyday, and helps me keep my anger away. Yes, Haley loves me this I know, for my drill chart tells me so. She tells me I’m beautiful and amazing too, and I should believe her because its the truth. Haley loves me this I know, for my drill chart tells me so. She thinks I do real well in band, she says I march better than any man. Haley loves me this I know, for my drill chart tells me so.”

Percussionist“Do you like it??”

Flute“OH MY JESUS YES!!!! ITS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE!!!”

Percussionist“Now you have to memorize it.”

Flute“Okay! ={D”