Tribute

Mamma is gone

Little orphan baby boy

Determined, alive and well

Your clippity-clop echoes

In the barn aisle you’re my shadow

Sounding like the chugga-chug of a train

A foster mom and spoiling human hands

Help you grow strong and big and bold (sometimes)

And dappled just like mamma

And you carry me now

As you learn your job

With a beauty and presence unequalled

Then off to the track you try your fate

12 – 1 odds, five furlongs to run

I tear up with pride as you enter the track

Beautiful colt, but legs not so strong

Come home and have a good rest

Now still a team, just you and me

My Tribute, my friend, So clever you are

Always first at the gate when I call

Then we travel so freely o’er hill and field

Tribute, my orphaned foal