Letting others speak for me

I hope Carol Ann Duffy won't mind me quoting about a half of her Olympics poem:

A summer of rain, then a gap in the clouds
and the Queen jumped from the sky
to the cheering crowds.
We speak Shakespeare here,
a hundred tongues, one-voiced; the moon bronze or silver,
sun gold, from Cardiff to Edinburgh
by way of London Town,
on the Giant's Causeway;
we say we want to be who we truly are,
now, we roar it. Welcome to us.
We've had our pockets picked,
the soft, white hands of bankers,
bold as brass, filching our gold, our silver;
we want it back.
We are Mo Farah lifting the 10,000 metres gold.
We want new running tracks in his name.
For Jessica Ennis, the same; for the Brownlee brothers,
Rutherford, Ohuruogo, Whitlock, Tweddle,
for every medal earned
we want school playing fields returned.

And a quote from Blake Morrison, too:
"[The Games] have reclaimed the flag from the bigots and sectarians who use it to divide us one from the other. ...by highlighting the qualities we can all celebrate - not the worthless tat of celebrity culture, but physical prowess, mental agility, tactical skill, speed, endurance, dedication and hard work."

And we have writers, too, who are pretty good - to whom I can turn when my words are not up to it!