Wm Paul Poet Rhyme

75 Preakness

The fingered clouds beckoned forth,
And remnant regents came,
I being under scraggly force
Said " Let us begin the game."

Then lined them up and tally hoed,
(With garden on the side,)
"You call that what we are to foed?"
"I am only for the ride."

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Debbie Duncan May 21, 2013 at 3:53 AM very , very nice ;}

Qoheleth Llauderes May 19, 2013 at 9:10 PM picturesque alive..! takes me for a ride!

Karen Anglesey May 19, 2013 at 10:29 AM Wow. This is brilliant. Many years ago I went to the horse races at Wyoming Downs (Evanston) WY. Loved these horses, riders,( horses names) and all the excitement. Love this poem as seen "straight from horses' mouth". Love being in this captivating poetic moment.