~ racehorses we bet on don't always finish first, yet we go all in. ~
She's in the booth ahead of me,
On the Ferris Wheel;
Facing me, she smiles,
As we spin like a movie reel.
I don't know her name,
Or that any of the night's stars,
That circle around us and the earth,
Like racehorses turning against the bars.
I just want to spin with her,
Arms outreached in the field.
Stirring up the tumbleweeds,
And finding that true love is real.
And with all these thoughts, the ride comes to an end,
With kindness she approaches, "Would you like to be friends?"
18-September-2021
The royal sport
A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer
sat on the dead horse
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
unquestionable,
but they love betting more.
Racing horses
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir
is the final stop
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
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