Kentucky Girl

Kentucky Girl Passing meadows lush with grass Rail fences painted white Stretching off toward distant hills I observed an remarkable sight She was a Kentucky girl Bred from champion stock Proud and beautiful to see From head down to fetlock Her body was magnificent Sixteen hands in size A shiny, rippling chestnut coat White blaze between her eyes I could see she was a yearling She had not yet been shod A girl still basking in her youth Pawing at the sod. It seems she liked to flirt with me By ignoring my advance Then moving down the rails a bit Giving me a sideward glance She would not let me get too close Though she had no fear of me Perhaps she thought I’d harness her She just wanted to be free Much time has passed since I saw her And admired her gentle face But I know I was just born to watch While she was born to race Placed 4th in Carol Browns A Horse Story