The Race

In a rural country vale Aylesbury's forgotten tale; A steeplechase from memory gone The four mile hunt from Waddesdon. Twenty weighed in at the White Hart, The old windmill the place to start; Riders,famous and well-heeled Racing across ditch and field. Each carrying twelve stone seven The starters flag dropped on eleven; Across brook,spinney and the Thame Seeking the prize pot and fame. In long furlong field the leaders showed To the roars from the turnpike road; The well backed grey became the toast As he raced clear to the red flagged post.