MIGHTY JACK'S TRIUMPH
He’s never quite lived up to his name of Mighty Jack,
Always falling short of first place on the big oval track.
Jockey Joe would be his rider that day,
Who wasn’t thrilled but he needed the pay.
When they all lined up out on the course,
You could see Jockey Joe talking to the horse.
Mighty Jack responded and perked up his ears,
And a look in his eye of determination and not of fear.
The bell rang and they all took off,
The dust and dirt flying up made Jockey Joe cough.
Half way through they came around the bend,
The crowd stood on their feet and wondered if Mighty Jack would fall behind again.
Mighty Jack pushed hard on the inside lane,
He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Faster and faster the horses did fly,
The look of determination was still in Mighty Jack’s eye.
Jockey Joe used his crop to give him a whack,
To let him know that there was no falling back.
This was the home stretch and it was all or nothing,
Jockey Joe could feel his heart is his chest pumping.
As they approached the finish another horse lead by a head,
Mighty Jack didn’t slow down but put on a burst of speed instead.
He won the race and the crowd jumped up and down,
And the news of Mighty Jack’s win quickly made it around town.
“This is the fastest horse I’ve ever ridden” Jockey Joe shouted out loud,
In the winner’s circle Mighty Jack stood tall with his head held proud.
They laid the roses across his neck with care,
And Mighty Jack wore them like they always should have been there.
As the trainers walked him back to the stable,
He had confirmed to his owner he was more than capable.
Copyright © Mark Weismantel | Year Posted 2019
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