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
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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