Best Secretariat Poems
"more than an athlete"
from the moment of birth you stood tall
with balance and strength you ran strong
for the love of freedom you were above all
it wasn't that you were a champion to rule
no other compared or could sing your song
trumpets sounded for you to hear
at that moment the sword was near
more than an athlete you remain Secretariat
three fine races were yours for the winning
demonstrating power excellence endurance
you set both stage and show from the beginning
with fullness of wonderment heart and eagerness
to this day your legacy is held with reverence
although one other ran your race to fame
your body of strength is a burning flame
more than an athlete you remain Secretariat
SkyWatcher - 05-28-17
Secretariat
March 30 1970 to October 4 1989
Triple Crown Winner June 9 1973
Secretariat
Champion of our time
Written in history as Great
Made us forget Watergate
5/31/15
A horse with blinkers
To avoid the distractions
On the road to dreams.
Knowing others were chosen
He races on, unbroken
All time records set
On the track you were the best
Secretariat.
*Dedicated to one of the fastest racehorses of all time,
and one of the most prolific sires of all time-
Secretariat March 30, 1970 - October 4, 1989.
A. Green
I must run so I might be free...
and I feel free because I run.
Breath draws deep past the lone oak tree,
Just my friend and I, 'Secretariat', race to have fun.
Fast through the grass and down the long lane,
passing grazing cows in the brilliant twilight.
ever quicker now, the wind dances through my mane.
The old bull's giving chase, what an awkward funny sight.
To the corner by the pond, the ruddy ducks take flight,
as the yeller dog comes running by the old red barn.
The hens go to the left and the geese off to the right.
The farmer tries to slow us, slips, falls, and hollers, darn!
The hoof beat thunder slows as we enter our stalls,
We see the moon now rising over the hills to the east.
The farmer and his daughter hit the pin and the latch falls.
They treat us well, a brush, blanket, and welcome feast.
The moon now high; barnyard quiet, calm, and serene.
We're dozing off and on, after fresh honey oats and hay,
Dreaming that I must run, so I might feel free.
Yes, 'Secretariat' will run for tomorrow's another day!
A Noteable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
10/12/2021