A former Turf specialist, I ran with beauty, speed and had an elegance that said Champion.
In my retirement, tired of chewing the wood on my stall doors, I got to pondering a lot of memories and took to writing a bit of poetry.
Bit of a comedown to be retired, beyond the eye of public adoration. The other horsies here, seem okay with this 'respite'. They don't long for the Good Old Days, but I can't really make the necessary 'horsie' small talk with them.
Oh sure, I wonder what the odds boards are saying about my many offspring and hope they are doing well. Yeah and like them, I wonder "Hey, where's the hay for today?" But I have been around the world and cheered by kings and queens and seen too much, to be able to just stand here and chaw straw.
And I remember when I had the wind at my back and my mane flew and I found my 'passing gear' and kicked their butts !
Now I'm supposed to just 'stand here'?
I think not......
Neighhhh!........It be'hooves' me at this time, to reflect and express myself, and share my 'horse sense", or lack thereof.