The Olympics

by Robert   Sep 16, 2004


Athletes with one common goal to win,
at the place of the residing torch they shall begin.
From runner to wrestler, to swimmer and more,
they will push themselves like never before.
They will go farther and faster just to grab the glory,
and come home and brag about their story.
Some will cry at the failure of what they could not do,
others will smile and know they tried they're hardest to be true.
Through the ceremonies of old and the welcome of the new,
they will all play but the victors will be few.
We shall shout at our countries to do their best,
and all Nations will compete in this test.
Some Nations will start for the very first time,
then others would have competed in war crimes.
We are humans that love to challenge one another,
and we hold victory as a true lover.
So weather it be bronze, silver or gold,
the Olympics are the place where our legends are foretold.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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