by John Smith Williams
Friday, June 27, 2003
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ALittle bit of Olympic Fever
What is this funny feeling that wells up in my chest,
When I hear the people shouting come on do your best,
Could it be Iím proud to be an Aussie, as I watch the athletes stride,
To gain glory for Australia, just a touch of National Pride.
To get that funny feeling, when I see our flag unfurled,
In a foreign country somewhere round the world,
To see our athletes winning, Oh man I nearly cried,
Surely that must be something, a touch of National Pride.
They may talk about Old Glory in the U S hallowed halls
The Union Jack has had its day for many I recall
But I know a flag that flutters from the masthead way on high,
Which should mean to evrybody a sense of Nationl Pride.
The laconic old Australian with a fag between his lips,
Nothing rattles this old fellow, as he stands with hands on hips.
But while heís not admitting something not to be denied,
Way down deep inside him, thereís a sense of National Pride.
JW April 2000
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|Reviewed by Bev
|Makes me proud to be an Aussie. Feel torn when Canada and Australia go head to head, of course australia will always win out.|
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|You have a flawless rhythm and rhyme here.. I salute that! Cheers! katy.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|good! :) ((((HUGS))))|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Bloody oath...Gotta love OZ....;)
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Nothing wrong with that. Well done.|