Sensicle, But Not Always
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The Olympic Flame The contestants geographically, May live miles apart, But joy is universal, To feel it lifts your heart. In the opening ceremony, Massive teams march on, Then from some tiny country, A lone flag bearing figure, A total team of ‘one’, But this can only, The Olympic code enhance, He can still be in there pitching, and with an equal chance. The symbol of hope, that unites the world, To see a nations flag unfurled, The reward for wearying years of endeavour, This is a joy, a joy without measure, Years of striving, ever onwards, To overcome that barrier of pain, Yet still have the courage, To get up! stand tall! and go! and go again! Not waste God given gift of talent, Strive on when all energy seems spent, Fight on, dig deep, and not relent, How can we not support their dedication, Or can we deny them that moment of elation. A moment that is beyond compare, That we are privileged to share, When they turn many a joyous tear dimmed eye, In pride, uplifted to the sky, To see their nations colours fly. Since the bygone days of Marathon, Fight on! For ’twas ever thus, Not just for themselves, but also, Carry the baton of hope, ‘for us’, To the strains of God Save the Queen, “God BLESS”, To share with her our moments, Of pride and happiness. Across the world in friendship Let us all join hands, Not just those people near to us, Also from distant lands All Gathered in the spirit of that bright Olympic Flame! Then in full accord and ‘one voice’ proclaim, Play up! Play up! and Play the Game.!!
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About the Book
As a school child, it was first recognised that Brenda had something of a
gift with English compostion, her love of words and books has stayed with her throughout her life. Over the last 20 years, she has periodically, put pen to paper and written down first the odd poem and then a short story. Now, in her late eighties, having written 15 poems and 5 stories, here, they have been put together to form this book, 'Sensicle - but not always'. Refreshing and wonderfully written, in her 'Life Story' and many of her poems, recalled so vividly, you will share some of the magic and not so magic, moments of her youth. As in everyones life, there is some sadness but that thirst for life, that light, never dims, an inspiration you will conclude, how wonderful, how precious, life really is...
About the Author
Born in November 1921, at 28 Regent Street, Spalding, Brenda Florence Sensicle spent her formative years exploiting the utter delights of growing up in a small market town on the Fens of South Lincolnshire in the east of England. This at a time when children could safely leave the house after breakfast and not return until tea time, the world was her oyster and she was going to enjoy it!. In 1939, when the war came, things had to change, for Brenda and her many childhood friends it was a tumultuous time, an entirly new kind of adventure. Her war time role, was as an inspector with the Aeronautical Inspection Directorate, conducting final inspections on Lancaster Merlin power plants at Rolls Royce. UK based throughout, even in the darkest moments of the war, there where oportunities to travel around England that otherwise she may never have experienced, often either hiking or cycling, she took them. After the war, she returned to her home town, where within 5 years she married and began her family of five children. Running a successful grocery shop for 16 years before moving to Whaplode to run a small nursery, growing flowers, another passion of her life. Finally retiring just 2 years ago at age 85 came the opportunity that her desire to write had yearned for.