Sporting Saturday

A generous and copious hello to each and everyone of you who comes upon my post and takes time to read....

Firing on all cylinders, targetting the targets, creating the creation, hoping for hope and glorying the glorious, reaching out it touches the young, pokes the old and the mid region crisis.  Pointing the finger of inspiration, tackling the loop the loop, the hoola hoop, the one and only scoop of scoops.

Well, what might I be spieling about...... 'Team GB' shout it out with clout, standing on tip toes once again in national anthem glory, the nation is trending.

You can't deny, even those who do not normally partake in the sporting channels are shuffling to the edge of their seats, holding their breath, anticipating gold, silver or bronze recognition and proving us in spectacular shape and form.

Come raise the baton of camaraderie

Shoot the pole on high

Jump the space

Race the pace

Reach out in the face

Of our 4 year grace

Eager winning keepers

Disappointed weepers

Stand tall for all

You made it to the

'Olympic Ball'

Those smiles show how 'E' for effort can win the day, facing their sport to enlist their all.  It showed, transferring the fever, handing out the rewards for trying and achieving, slamming the door on fear and failure, the 'taking part' becoming the means test to encouraging the pull to raising hope where hope was lost. To look and see the winning post of personal glory a new fitness story to tell their family, their mates, in play and in the workplace.

Keeping idle hands busy, reinforcing the soul to win first place. Filling the void that has held nothing, gives out nothing, offers nothing, expects nothing and therefore receives nowt.

The prospect of something out there, of breaking free toward the winking light of 'hope', running the adrenaline rush, the push...to achieving the dream or partaking in the stream of the sporting drug.

Raising the flag of hope

Float the mote

Train the rowers to row the boat

To fist the right hook

Dodge the left

To lace the race

The pace it takes

The heat it makes

They stand and raise their arms

Their eyes held up with pride

They weren't denied

Their golden rise

Olympic torch held high

'Team GB' we cried

You made us proud

The crowd they told you so

By shouts and roars

Cheers and applause

Well we're nearly at the end of an era in Olympic history, all the planning and supreme effort was worth it, fanning the flame of change it's awe inspiring to say the least and I'm proud to be part of British Olympic 2012 history.

Cheers folks.....until next time

LAURA