Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Big Red

Where fire’s rage
no flame unfanned
The cinch retightened
no also ran

As horns go silent
the gate is dropped
 On victory’s path
his legend cropped 

Unbridled passion
distraction flees
A trophy hails
as reins go free

The end in sight
where roses wait
Ablaze in glory
— outrunning fate

(Paris Kentucky: June, 1986)

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John Beam June 9, 2024 at 9:47 AM Nice memorial, are you from the bluegrass. I am about 30 miles from Louisville. John Beam June 10, 2024 at 6:55 PM Cool, well glad to meet ya Kurt Thanks for sharing. Kurt Philip Behm June 9, 2024 at 8:48 PM I'm not John, but I used to have an office at 501 Broadway in downtown Louisville. I used to stay regularly at the Seelbach and the Brown.