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Thursday, 18 October 2012

Paralympics poem

Hello everyone!   Did you watch the Paralympic closing ceremony? Do you remember the poem that was read out by Ellie Simmonds, Oscar Pistorius and others? I thought it was great and I'd love to know what you think of it.   

Sheila Fleming  

They say only dreams can save us,
emerging from the bowels of historic venues
every athlete was held in the eye
of this dream’s storm.
For a moment at least.
The 2012 version of a four-yearly
collision of nations, sports and abilities
was to be the games to end all games.
But in a year when the world was to end
a games was reborn in the country of its birth – the Paralympic games.
Excitement raged throughout,
as an electric current ran constantly,
lighting all athletes plugged into it.
The roars.
Could be heard for miles
fearsome, hard and united,
they would erupt sporadically
like volcanoes of noise
from the packed out venues.
For the athletes,
they tingled in fairy-dust atmospheres,
that were impossible to comprehend.
A crowd. And cheers.
Will I ever feel like this again?
When the paralympic mist descends
worlds can end, 4 years work
gone in a second.
Anyone can fail,
anyone can prevail.
Records tumbled and medals fumbled
into pockets and bags
going to their proud new homes.
Once more
the boundaries to what is perceived possible
were pushed out a little further.
People watched. Oh yes did they watch.
Millions were challenged in ways they never have before
and they liked it.
We are limited only by our imaginations
and the Paralympic games is a playground
for the imagination.
Heroes give people hope
a whole new generation has new heroes
and new hope.
Life can be cruel, life can be harsh
life is not perfect,
but there is always a way when the will is strong.
London was the backdrop
but the athletes took centre stage.
The superhumans.
Now they head west
seeking new boundaries to break.
The dream is real
and it is alive.

copyright Stephen Miller 2012