Attending the Olympics
The Winter Olympics are about to begin,
and my mind revisits the year I attended.
The time, every two years, when countries
from all over the world gather in peace.
When the Parade of Nations surpasses
by far, all others in a lifetime of parades.
I’d never sung the National Anthem with more
fervency than when our flag topped the pole.
The TV cameras never focused on the hugs
exchanged between nations, win or lose.
The cameras missed the women in beautiful
saris, wearing tennis shoes on their feet.
I felt proud to be an American, and the joy
of exchanging smiles with those around me.
The sporting events were wonderful, but the
gift I kept forever was the display of diversity.
The Winter Olympics are about to begin,
and my mind revisits the year I attended.
The time, every two years, when countries
from all over the world gather in peace.
When the Parade of Nations surpasses
by far, all others in a lifetime of parades.
I’d never sung the National Anthem with more
fervency than when our flag topped the pole.
The TV cameras never focused on the hugs
exchanged between nations, win or lose.
The cameras missed the women in beautiful
saris, wearing tennis shoes on their feet.
I felt proud to be an American, and the joy
of exchanging smiles with those around me.
The sporting events were wonderful, but the
gift I kept forever was the display of diversity.
Caryl Calsyn is a retired
Interior Designer who only began writing poetry about five years ago. About
three years ago, she began submitting to publishers. Her first try was accepted, and she now has 124 that have been published. She is a board member for
the county historical commission and the local museum. She sings in a
chorale and her church choir and loves family gatherings.
Dear Caryl,
ReplyDeleteSports unite, same as poetry. Thank you for your contribution, well written piece.
Best wishes,
Inge
such beautiful sentiments there
ReplyDeleteLovely, thanks!
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