I saw her run today.

Long legs, hair blowing free.

The crowd drummed the sun filled stands

and rose in noisy unison

to greet her flowing stride.

 

What pride in one we hardly know.

What thrill to cheer her on.

What joy to see her run so well.

What tears that spill to greet

the anthems stirring rise.

 

Salute to you brave heart.

Salute to Canada.

Salute to roaring fans.

Salute the Commonwealth.

Salute to Angela.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, August, 1994