A wilderness of wildest grass Sweeping like waves across a sea, As green as time, as fresh as dawn, The wind that cuts us drives us on There is that sound that sweet refrain It’s in my heart it’s in
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THE WAY

The Way began long time ago, In spring and winter deep in snow, I saw the Way I knew its charm, I knew that it could cause me harm, In that place such as I find, Courage, power and
Read more ...In the Shaking of the Dew

In the shaking of the dew and the rattle of the wind Between the idle elders the oaks are closing in, And in the early light I see a shapely form, It’s an elegant Thoroughbred racing in the dawn.
Read more ...The Racehorse Trainer

It’s hard to smile when the horses don’t win To hold in your heart that knowing grin, The money goes out and nothing comes in The winnings aren’t fat they look a bit thin. The going is
Read more ...Derby Day

The blazing sun with ne’er a frown Shone down from dawn to dusk on Derby Day. Buses, cars, tents of every hue, cover the ‘Downs’ New shapes, new view. The hum of traffic, people chatting, rushing, walking, Late or early,
Read more ...Eclipse

This is a story of long ago, When the horse was our servant Our friend and our woe; When stage coaches glittering Wet from the snow, came Rolling and rattling way down the road, With the coach horns a blowing
Read more ...Seeing Red

To the races I am intending to go To try my luck and dispel my woe, Of all of the runners I checked out the form The weather was fine in the early morn. I checked out their ratings,
Read more ...Tio Filio

INSPIRED BY ONE OF MY LAST RIDES ON TIO FILIO A BEAUTIFUL CHESTNUT THOROUGHBRED COLT. Oh daughter of mine you must earn you a crust You must work to make money Till you render to dust, Now you can’t go
Read more ...The Dawn Horse

The sun split the earth from night It spun black into gold, And the horse walked over night Triumphant – for day dawns And with day is Hope and he rides The horse into the wild world of the future.
Read more ...A Sea of Grass

The lady of the sea of grass, The rolling downs o’er which she’ll pass, Her wedding veil across her face Her fleeting dawn she does embrace, The rhythmic breath, the sovereign turf The lark looks down upon this earth Watching
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