Eight Belles
The day broke warm and clear,
After days of bad spring storms.
Twenty horses’ futures
Would be decided this day.
Festive moods and nervous butterflies
Charged the scene.
Soon, it was riders up
With My Old Kentucky Home
Calling them to post.
One of the twenty
Was a filly.
She was drawn to the challenge
Of racing the boys.
Twenty gates opened
And the hooves flew.
Jockeys jostled for position
Keeping an eye on the others.
Eight Belles, dark and sleek,
Found her spot
Edging gracefully towards
The front.
As she turned the last corner,
Big Brown took the lead.
She chased him
With all that she had.
Three lengths behind
And he crossed the Finish Line.
Second Place
Looked mighty good.
When she slowed to cool down,
Eight Belles stumbled head first
To the ground.
Her rider jumped free.
Veterinarians said that
Her front ankles were shattered.
They put her down,
Where she lay on the track.
Twenty horses’ futures
Were decided this day.
Nineteen went home
And one stayed.
2008 © Dawn Huffaker
Ch'erie
with sadness and heart penned well Dawn...
John
Jill
May God have mercy on her soul! May she run free in Heaven!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.