James Fraser Poet Rhyme

The National of Races

Horses stand waiting
Some face the wrong way
Jockey's with colours
Astride are they

They await the starter
Who runs up the tape
Equine line up
Await their fate

Sixteen fences
Two circuits ahead
Once your over
The fence you have read

The crowd cheers
As they are on their way
Notorious fences
Between them and their day

Beecher's Brook, The Chair to name
A challenge at best
Bring both
Horse racing fame

Horse and rider
Now ride as one
To finish first
The winning one

To join the elite
The likes of the past
Red Rum three times
That record will last

Animal and man
United so
Now the fences are toned down
Watch them go

Aintree, Liverpool
On this joyous day
Equine and human
Share this sporting display

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Charlene Bird May 12, 2009 at 10:33 AM I enjoyed the trip down the page reading this one, I have been to one horse race, I think it is so sad that once they no longer have a purpose in the races they are either put down or sold.

Carolyn Devonshire May 11, 2009 at 2:32 PM Vivid images of the racetrack, James, especially the excitement among observers. I grew up near Monmouth Racetrack in New Jersey, and you brought back great memories. Horses are such beautiful animals. Great poem!