The Derby

Through the days of blistering toil. A murmur of spirit after a blissful trial.These were the emotions on this endless day.Minutes later in single file, were prints from hoofs in the muddy soil.While easing toward drudgery and withdrawal.The amazing thoroughbreds entered their stall. Jockeys clambered onto their colts. As they were trained superbly, for the oncoming derby.While over the loudspeaker the narrator spoke. Calling out numbers for only who was there.Consider a victory and the triple crown.Ready to gain-gain an inch of ground.Thoroughbred racing was the name of the game.Where hesitating was nothing, and no one to blame.Where multitudes of spectators impatiently waited, for the master racers to open the gate.A photograph finish ended the race. Beaten by a length-a length out of pace.Was the thoroughbred racer in second place.. The Derby Poem By Kim Robin Edwards Copyright 1982,1987..ALL rights reserved..