ode to Lucky Orange or El Oh 3
Lucky Orange’s nickname was El Oh 3.
He was so lively and quick, a great steed for me.
We would travel all day, and he never got tired.
He was a Gemini, so energetic and high-wired.
El Oh 3 and I would gallop all over the place.
I am sure we could have run the Kentucky Derby Race.
His bright orange color disqualified him every time.
This was said by the head official, a man of slime.
I knew they were fearful we would win the whole thing.
El Oh 3 was my favorite horse, a giant, a king.
He went to heaven at the amazing age of twenty-one
Memories of him and me help me feel our fun.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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