Olympia

By ralph

Sat, 11 Aug 2012
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London’s curtains twitch.
Mondays itch.
As the sun breaks.

Torching us awake,
when the world has gone.

We’re this!

A new driven nation.
Dancing our own streets.

Hear us!

Because.
We’ll smile now,
sing a new song.

Given half a chance.

The raising of five rings.
A school sports day.
Was all it took.

Listen!

It’s our change,
our found expectation.
Illuminating us.

This new breed.

Certificate U
Poem
Unordered Tales
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
I don't like sport. But apparently the Olympics are going to bring revenue into the country for the next twenty years and exceed the millions spent on them. But what I like most is the level of National pride that they've sparked.And poems like this emphasise that...Nice one.