And the crowd roared, they clapped with many hands.

They rose as one to cheer the athletes on;

as past the stands the runners, all a sweat,

continued on their muscle aching way-

to glory and exhaustion’s thin white tape.

No, not those famous names, we know so well.

No, not those athletes paid to entertain.

No, not a sponsors flag or banner flown.

Just people, happy in their joy to run

or jump or throw or just to sit and shout.

 

Who are these many true and happy folk?

Where did they learn the meaning of it all?

Who taught the basic wisdom “life is fun.”

The greatest prize is simply to take part?

They come from places scattered far and wide.

They come in buses, cars and airplanes.

They bring their problems and their challenges.

They bring their crutches, wheels and happy faith.

They bring their smiles and grimaces of pain.

They bring bright minds, captive to twisted limbs.

 

They bring a message that we need to hear.

They show the way that life’s game should be played.

David Garlick, Victoria, May, 1992