11-30-2012, 08:05 PM
i'm from the uk, and i saw the opening ceremony 
i felt that the following encapsulated most of what the poem was.
in stadium circles we were given space to bite:
Not only did we find our voice, miked, but our voice was alike:
And our sound shot around the rings picking up power:
Hard work, respect, don’t stop, take nothing for granted.
A two-week continuous roar we all felt, echoed and chanted.
Planted somehow as things we feel are British, but only ever see written
Across the faces of our authors as they mask sharp decisions.
But our Olympians have javelined new lines into our hearts.
Blood lines that we remember with some amnesia from a play we staged maybe far far away;
A previous life, or a dream.
beside the above and a few other good lines (probably another stanza worth. ) lot's of it was overstating, not letting the reader do his part. it felt too we are great it felt like it was telling us how great we are and thats seldom a good thing to do. still a good effort nonetheless.
i felt that the following encapsulated most of what the poem was.
in stadium circles we were given space to bite:
Not only did we find our voice, miked, but our voice was alike:
And our sound shot around the rings picking up power:
Hard work, respect, don’t stop, take nothing for granted.
A two-week continuous roar we all felt, echoed and chanted.
Planted somehow as things we feel are British, but only ever see written
Across the faces of our authors as they mask sharp decisions.
But our Olympians have javelined new lines into our hearts.
Blood lines that we remember with some amnesia from a play we staged maybe far far away;
A previous life, or a dream.
beside the above and a few other good lines (probably another stanza worth. ) lot's of it was overstating, not letting the reader do his part. it felt too we are great it felt like it was telling us how great we are and thats seldom a good thing to do. still a good effort nonetheless.