'Torch' Relay Hits Town Poem by Angela Wybrow

From many miles around, the people came
To catch a glimpse of the Olympic Flame.
The Torch was the focus of a huge celebration:
It visited places the whole length of the nation.

The excited crowds began to steadily flock
In to the town centre at around three o'clock.
As crowds waited to see the lucky Torchbearers,
They agreed that the weather could not be fairer.

Local children were given the day off from school:
They all considered that this was really quite cool!
Many of the local roads were temporarily closed:
A nightmare for motorists, this arrangement posed.

I felt disappointed that I had to work on that day,
But to the doorway of our shop, I made my way.
I could hear the assembled crowd's excited cheers,
And I knew that the Torch must be drawing near.

I could hear horns blowing and whistles shrieking,
But it was the Torch itself which my eyes were seeking.
The Torchbearer, who I saw, looked extremely proud
As he ran, with flame in hand, past the waiting crowd.

The people, who had cameras, merrily clicked away,
Capturing images of the Torch, on that historic day.
Within the town, there was a wonderful atmosphere:
There was a mood of celebration mixed with cheer.

Down the High Street, the Torchbearer dashed:
The historic moment was over, as quick as a flash.
But within my heart, I felt a sense of satisfaction
That I had been lucky enough to glimpse the action.

I thought that the Torch itself looked really quite smart:
Its golden honeycomb design was a real work of art.
After the Torch had passed, the crowd then dispersed,
And I set about capturing the historic moment in verse!