The Flame

The Flame

The Flame is the light,

It goes on through the night.

The Flame will never go out,

So don’t have any dout.

The Flame travels,

As the joureny unravels.

People watch and shout,

But the flame will not go out.

It is carried through the streets,

In the hot summer heats.

It is carried by hundreds of people,

Until it gets to the end.

London is the place,

The place for the Olympic Games.

By Jack Davies

The End

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