Best Triple Crown 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
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Secretariat
March 30 1970 to October 4 1989
Triple Crown Winner June 9 1973
California Chrome’s bid for a triple crown was a no-go.
He didn’t win, he didn’t place. He didn’t even show.
The owners of the horse were hoping to pop the cork
at the Belmont Raceway in New York.
Down the drain went the hope for history with fortune and fame.
Many said the horse that won the Derby and the Preakness was not the same.
Loads of betters were disappointed. What a shame!
No thanks to another horse by the name of “Tonalist”,
another bid for a triple crown winner was missed.
Nobody will ever see me at the race tracks rambling.
No matter how you look at it, it’s still considered gambling.
On April 26, 1992 a baby boy was born to parents that did not want him. The parents chose to not abort, instead of terminating his life in the womb, they gave him up for adoption. Adopted he was loved and had wonderful parents that cared and nurtured him through his upbringing. Because two wonderful human beings cared for this young man, he grew up to be a role model for other Kids, in a generation where Heroes are needed to be looked up to, in a dark world that we are living in today. This young man did not succumb to drugs, crime, or hate. He stood out like a beacon of light and hope for those less fortunate in those evil environments. He was an overcomer to say the least. The one in a million Lottery ticket winner, if you will. Sadly he could have been an aborted statistic but God had other plans for this young man. At 30 years old he was 6ft 7 inches tall, 282 lbs. He beat the world record for homeruns in a single season without using drugs, or steroids, he accomplished this with hard work and training, and dedication. He is on par to win one of Baseball's greatest Honors, the Triple Crown. He could be the greatest player to play baseball of all time, but more importantly the life he has led, overshadows his abilities as a baseball player. He is what Heroes are made of. It all started with a Couple's love to adopt. Yes, my friends, the Hero I am referring to is America's greatest baseball player Aaron Judge. The story doesn't end there. For there are Five Heroes here. They are the original parents that chose to spare his life and give him up for adoption. They are Patty and Wayne Judge who opened their homes and hearts to raise a lovely son for the world to appreciate and love. Aaron leads by example. In all of the darkness in this world, God gave us a Light to see and appreciate through Aaron Judge...
Michael Tor
Inspired by Don Baron's article.
Dedicated to all baseball fans,
Yankee fans, and my brother
Gus for his love of Baseball.
Lo and behold, a marigold
Like nectar to sip, a bright tulip
No chill, just a thrill, a daffodil
Hold that perfect pose, M'ss Rose
When life has me down
When the world wears a frown
My garden sports a triple crown
Fragrance, color, God's grace
~ Sun-up to sundown
We follow the river
Along the Taff Trail ****
Where will it lead me
Somewhere beautiful without fail
We pass Llandaff Cathedral
With Epstein,s statue's within
Cant say that I like it
But thats not a sin
We keep walking for miles
My dog Tilly and me
Soon will be at a castle
Used in films u see
The name of the castle
Is Castell Coch
Whose translation reads
Red Castle of course
It called locally as
The magic castle
Looks so mysterious
As though ready for battle
The rooms arent big at all
Carved small animals adorn the wall
Been sanctioned for weddings
Though numbers must be small
Time to turn back
Homeward bound
Along the manmade track
To the mighty rugby ground
Where voices echo
Hymns are sung
The 6 nations contest*
Has begun.
Come on Wales The reigning grand slam **and triple crown ***champions
*wales, ireland, scotland, england, italy and france, battle it out annually against each other in Rugby Union.
**Grand slam is where you beat all the other teams
***Triple crown is where you have to beat the other 3 uk teams.
**** the river running through Cardiff is the River Taff, that is why we in Wales are called Taffy's
Taff Trail is 50 miles of track between Cardiff and Brecon through countryside and over mountains.
PLEASE GOOGLE. Castell Coch hopefully you will be impressed.
American Pharoah,
swift as an arrow.
First triple crown winner to date,
since nineteen hundred and seventy-eight.
7/1/15
The Great Race June 6,2015
Dress is unimportant.
At least today.
I can arrive at the local bar and grill
in old gardening jeans and t-shirt.
We'll order a mid-afternoon sandwich.
But the main reason is not to eat
(though their sandwiches are fine),
it's to watch the Belmont Stakes.
We can't call ourselves horse racing fans –
we know almost nothing about horses or racing
and have never bet a dime.
But the excitement around a possible
Triple Crown winner is irresistible.
We're keeping our fingers crossed
that American Pharaoh,
winner of the Preakness and Kentucky Derby,
triumphs.
Why are we not watching the race at home?
No cable TV. We miss a lot of major sporting events
that we once effortlessly watched –
tennis, golf, basketball, baseball, football.
Tournaments which determine the best of the best
used to be available on the internet.
No longer. It's pay to watch now,
and we're too cheap to pay.
So it's off for a beer, snack, and the great horse race ...
And an historic race it was.
Not since 1978 has there been a Triple Crown champion –
a long dry period between winners.
American Pharaoh won handily, running with grace and endurance.
The horse seemed pleased.
The jockey was thrilled.
The trainer was delighted.
And the owners excited.
It's a strange sport though.
The horse did all the work,
while the jockey, trainer and owners
got all the credit.
Those in the know praise the brilliant trainer.
Evidently he is, along with the horse, the best of the best.
Celebrations surely meant champagne all around
and an extra bag of oats for American Pharaoh.
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..
'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds
Did gallop and thunder in the rain.
All muddy were the jockeys' silks,
And the weather quite insane.
"Beware the Kentucky Derby, Son!
Fame and fortune the trainers haunt.
Beware the length of the Preakness run,
And the exhausting Belmont."
He took the leather reins in hand.
Long time the winning horse he sought.
So mounted he on the saddle tree
And rode awhile in thought.
And as in dreaming thought he rode,
Secretariat, with eyes of brown,
Came sprinting through the tiring pack
Searching for renown.
One, two! One, two! and through and through-
The other jocks did frown-
He crossed the line by thirty-one lengths
And won the Triple Crown!
"And did we win the Triple Crown?
To the winner's circle, my wonder horse."
O fantastic day. Hurrah! Hooray!
The multitude did discourse.
'Twas pouring, and the thoroughbreds
Did gallop and thunder in the rain.
All muddy were the jockeys' silks,
And the weather quite insane.
OL'E TY COBB OF YESTER YEAR,
WAS A GENIUS IN SPIKES, OR SO I HEAR.
HE RAN THE BASES WITH A BURST OF SPEED.
LIKE ADRENALINE JUNKY IN TIME OF NEED.
STOLE SECOND BASE WITH HIS FOOT HELD HIGH.
A SERIOUS THREAT TO SPIKE ONES EYE.
LIT UP THE CHARTS, WITH ALL HIS STATS.
TRIPLE CROWN WINNER AND THATS A FACT.
NINETEEN-ELEVEN (1911), COBB SET THE PACE.
WITH A FOUR-TWENTY(.420) AVERAGE, HE STOLE EIGHTY-THREE (83) BASE.
LED THE LEAGUE IN TRIPLES FOUR (4)TIMES.
HOMERUN KING NINETEEN-O-NINE (1909).
CHECK HIS STATS, HE LED THEM ALL.
THAT TY COBB COULD PLAY BASEBALL.
THIRTEEN THOUSAND-0- SEVEN-EIGHT(13,078).
NUMBER OF APPEARANCES MADE AT THE PLATE.
DON'T FORGET THE BASE ON BALL.
TWELVE-FORTY-NINE (1,249)AND THAT'S NOT ALL.
FOURTY-ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX (4,186)HITS.
THE RESULTS OF THE WAY HE SWUNG THAT STICK.
BATTING CHAMP ELEVEN (11) DIFFERENT TIMES.
WON NINETEEN TWELEVE (1912)WITH A FOUR-O-NINE (409).
LED EIGHT TIMES, IN TOTAL WITH HITS.
LED STOLEN BASES WITH A TOTAL OF SIX.
EIGHT-NINETY-TWO (892)TOTAL STOLEN BASES.
IMAGINE THE LOOK ON THOSE CATCHERS FACES.
TWENTY-TWO-HUNDRED FORTY-SIX RUNS.
AFTER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, HIS CAREER WAS DONE.
HE ONLY STRUCK OUT SIX-EIGHTY(680) TIMES.
OVER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, THAT BLOWS MY MIND.
HALL OF FAMER, THATS A FACT.
WITH HIS NINETEEN-THIRTY-SIX HALL OF FAME PLAQUE.
GEORGIA PEACH IS DEAD AND DONE.
JULY SEVENTEEN SIXTY-ONE. A
A HUNDRED YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE,
THAT TY COBB LEGEND, STILL LIVES ON.
Being a Philadelphia sports fan
is like being a Hawaiian who likes icicles... what's the point
I barely remember the two years the Flyers won in the seventies
Now the Sixers in 83 that was amazing, but since then...nothing
When I was fifteen I seen the Phillies win it all back in 1980
The next time they won it all I had a son who was fifteen, 28 long years
Oh, and the Eagles, they never won at all, but they're the "gold standard of the league"
In desperation I once rooted for a horse named Smarty Jones to win the Triple Crown
He was from Philly
You guessed it, He lost at the wire as my son and I watched in the rain
on the Parkway right near the Rocky statue
In fact, Rocky is this towns biggest sports hero, shame he's imaginary.
But as of late I have been cheering my mighty Sixer's
Just honoring the guy who made famous the 'who needs practice' quote
They have now lost 21 in a row, a team record
Now our sights are set on the league record at 26 loses in a row
I may take off from work that day
Maybe take a lunch and go downtown and eat with Rocky
Hopefully it isn't raining
If I were an animal it would be a horse, Man 'O War to be exact.
I could then answer the question that the whole world wants to know,
"Who was the fastest, Man O War or Secretariat"?
Being a human only gives me the ability to research and know
that the movie Sea Biscuit. while entertaining, was not authentic.
Movie makers claim Sea Biscuit was small when he took on
War Admiral in the match race of the century (and won)!
The truth is they were both the same size!
The aggravating part is the movie depicted Sea Biscuit
as being inferior to War Admiral and stated the Biscuit did not have good
bloodlines. That's a bummer, considering Sea Biscuit was Man O Wars grandson
and War Admiral was his son!
I suppose you could say, "Well it's just a movie"! When actually these two horses
are our history. Both gave our country hope in a time when America was in the
Great Depression. Just as Secretariat,( who was on the cover of every leading
sports magazine) and the only honest thing in the country, who gave us "hope",
during the scandals of Watergate and the Vietnam War.
When Secretariat won the Belmont by 31 lengths giving him the 1973 Triple Crown,
it was almost supernatural as if the Lord whispered in his ear , "GO" and he went.
Secretariat will be remembered as one of our nations greatest horses because like
Man O War and Sea Biscuit they gave us "hope" and isn't that what life's all
about?
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Contest: If I were an animal what would I be
Submitted by: Judy Konos
YOUR LOOKING GOOD AFTER A FEW DAYS REST.
YOUR FANS ARE HERE IN THEIR SUNDAYS BEST.
ACCORDING TO WRITERS, YOUR BETTER THAN MOST.
WHIRLAWAY BUDDY, WE'RE ONLY MINUTES FROM POST.
LET'EM SET THE PACE. WE'LL LET THEM RUN.
WE'LL COME FROM BEHIND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE FUN.
IN THE BACK STRETCH, THAT'S OUR TIME.
WE'LL MOVE UP FRONT AND WE'LL BE FINE.
OUT OF THE FAR TURN AND INTO THE STRETCH,
TAKE OVER THE RACE, THERE'S A BIG PURSE TO FETCH.
FROM INSIDE OUTSIDE STAY IN STRIDE.
IN THE WINNERS CIRCLE WE CAN STAND WITH PRIDE.
WHEN CROSSING THE FINISH, REMEMBER TO SMILE.
WE WANT THIS VICTORY TO LAST US A WHILE.
WHIRLAWAY, BABY, YOU HAVE A GREAT NAME,
AND IT BELONGS IN THE HALL OF FAME.
EDDIE ARCARO AND WHIRLAWAY.
TRIPLE CROWN WINNERS AND IT ALL STARTS TODAY.
WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF HORSE RACING'S LEGENDARY 1941 TRIPLE CROWN WINNER WHIRLAWAY AND JOCKEY EDDIE ARCARO.
Book Of Job
Chapter 39
Verse 19-21,24
19. Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
20. Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting?
21. It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray.
24. In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
Kentucky Derby (New Track Record)
Preakness Stakes (New Track Record)
Belmont Stakes (New World Record)
In the autumn of '69 the flip of a coin marked by time. A racing legend was born March 30, 1970 at The Meadow in Doswell, VA. With three white soaks Big Red was destined to run in the year of '73. With the war in Vietnam at an end, America the strong found hope again in the Super Horse that won the Triple Crown in the year of '73. Secretariat was retired after the stallions last race on October 28, 1973. The thunder days were at an end, the Big Red horse would never race again. A magical ride with pure heart a glide as Secretariat pranced in the Meadows at Claiborne Farms Paris, Kentucky. Sixteen years would pass, the Big Red horse in glory past, was laid to rest on October 4, 1989. The wonder year of Secretariat winning the Triple Crown will always be frozen in time in the year of '73.
Tonight they held the Belmont Stakes
And California Chrome
Was thought to be the one to bring
A triple trophy home.
He'd won the Derby, Preakness, too
And he was in contention
To win the Triple Crown at last -
That sure was the intention.
Alas, the horse did not succeed;
The pressure must have tripped him,
For he slowed down despite the fact
The jockey clearly whipped him.
So now it's thirty-seven years
Without a Triple Crown
And those whose hopes were highest
Must be feeling pretty down.