In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Staring out upon
a curving, long race-track,
as thoroughbreds set off
running races back-to-back.
Around me are sitting
a mannered, genteel crowd,
dressed up to the nines,
only deigning to be loud
when jockeys round the curve,
pulling hard for home,
and the losing bets first scream,
then so loudly moan.
I don't think they really care
all that much for the horse,
it's the gambling that brought them,
and brings them back for more.
It kind of reminds me
of NASCAR when I think
of all those horses turning left,
it's kinda the same thing!
But I don't dare mention that,
if I did these people all
would rush me with intentions bad,
claiming they're shocked and appalled,
I guess it's really not my crowd,
and next Saturday I shall go
down the road for a real good time
at the weekly, circuit rodeo.
Ride 'dem broncs! Y'aahhh!
No thoroughbred here,
When we lose our will to fight
We ride a stick horse.
titled racer stomps
sixteen hands of dullest brown
seasoned mare yawns
TO: My many heroes I have watched win
Heroes you have been to me, THOROUGHBREDS!
Painted in colors of bright chestnut reds.
Your Finely tuned muscles gleaming in the sun
As on racetracks you strived to be "THE ONE"!
Your manes and tails became waving sails
As you hugged those racetrack rails.
You made use of your piston stroke strides
As jockeys riding you thrilled to the rides.
You were fiery flames to the finish line ends
With your flags flying as you rounded the bends.
Seabiscuit, Man O' War, Secretariat whomever you be
You will always be Thoroughbred heroes in history!
You all possessed the "Look of Eagles" in your eyes
And in your chests you carried the "Heart that Tries".
I felt the same about Funny Cide and Smarty Jones.
All were my heroes wish I could have "taken them home"!