Our blazing fast colt

Jumps out to the lead.

The field vainly gives chase.

It must be in the breed.

 

Hits his typical mark

Well in front of them all,

And the track announcer’s roll

Leads with his name called.

 

Oh, the rest will keep running,

As they oft seem to do,

Towards the final line

In the grandstand’s view.

 

But our guy’s easing up.

He has gone far enough,

Since he knows that home stretch

Can be kind of rough.

 

We didn’t need the picture –

We know how he looks –

As our three furlong champ

Puts one more in the books.

This is a Black Cloud Stable LLC original poem.  © 2018

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