It's not the flame that counts...It's the fire in our hearts
We waited hours for the torch to pass;
BMW bikes rolled platoons of police (all high fiving)
Past our aching feet
And flagging flags.
Spirits slowly sank,
Euphoria evaporating under the scouring sun.
Then the Murmur approached.
Life returned to our lifeless limbs
As acrobats cartwheeled along the white-lined tarmac;
A whole caravanserie upgraded from pachyderms to pantechnicons
With technicoloured logos and technocoloured sound systems.
There it was!
There HE was!
Ben Parkinson, soldier hero
sinews screaming as he stepped,
Pace by pace,
Painstakingly, into view.
Torch held high,
Pride even higher.
And my heart cried.
Ben Parkinson of Doncaster took nearly 25 minutes to walk his 300 metres of the torch relay despite doctors having said he would never walk again after his war injuries.
A heartbreaking inspiration!