The Golden Hour
So finally the Olympic flame is snuffed.
Two weeks of stress, joy, sweat and tears,
Four years of training hard, rewarded well
Upon the track, the field, on wheels
And on the water.
Success for Team GB.
The expectation and extreme emotion,
Superlatives and athletes exhausted.
The richest vein was mined on Saturday:
Triple gold in five and forty minutes.
So proud a moment - Greg and Mo and Jessica,
Three golden children of Britannia.
Heroes now glorified on postage stamps.
Such sweet success; we're striving not to wallow,
But yet, for Rio, what an act to follow!
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