His Name Is Exodus

There's one giant of a horse that I'd love to own, even though he seems happy with his present home. It's not that he has no present sense of belonging, nor do I see in his eyes a staring spirit of longing. It's not his great physique nor beautiful towering stature that makes him the giant prize I would love to capture. The proven secret of Sampson's strength was in his hair. His lack of discipline and self control was another affair. The key to everything Exodus* does or feel is tied to his name. On the race track, a loud call of his name will set him aflame. Pacer, speedster, but neither the two ever makes him a winner. He has a mind of his own, programed and driven to be a finisher. 100821PSCtest, A Notable Horse Poetry, Robert James Liguori *Fiction