The white flag flourishes back and forth on it's pole,
The five rings upon it, each color a role.
Upon every flag in the world's Chronical
Is one of these colors, how ironical.
This flag from above is higher than all,
It waves to remind of the Olympian call.
Watching over the open ceremonies,
The Countries around, spill in at our knees.
The languages, every time, they are the same,
English and French the most common to blame.
In addition to those two spoken communications,
Is that of the years hosting nations.
All athletes work hard at their preperation,
But they're all so excited to be at that location.
Later on they might win an honorable medal, so old,
Symbolizing bronze, silver, or gold.
The flame is then lit at the end of the show
And the start of the games is ready to go.
This flame has been roaring for years gone by,
Not a single drip of water causing it to die.
Before the Games are even thought to begin,
The torch takes a tour of a counry again.
Many people take up this difficult task,
Trying not to drop the traditional flask.
The games are then held once every two years,
The summer and winter, doesn't matter, they're here.
There's hundereds of sports in both given games,
That we never get bored with all of their names.
Always hosted in another great city, that waited,
We watch their presentation, our breath always baited.
At the end of three weeks, the games are complete,
Means another four years of training the athlete.
Twenty twelve is the year and the summer games are yelled,
London is where they're being withheld.
We all are excited for the start of another,
But I'm sure they'll be better than any other.
In an additional two years, they'll start up once more,
This time in Russia and Winter has the floor.
The Olympics are tradition and are a world wide phenomenon.
That's why we all watch them and wait upon.