THE GAMES

Just by the way they wave,
it can make you feel
like everything is
right with the world,

In unity, a night
where the world shares,
a common feeling
of Olympic affairs.

Colorful, their flags flow free,
all shades of the humanist tree.
One world. One stage.
Where dreams are made,

history to behold,
searching the inner,
competitors
reaching for the gold,
but everyone. A winner.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

I hope the refugee team wins at least one medal. Great poem Rene