The Race
The starting bell rings loud and clear.
My steed below leaps without fear.
His swift jump forces a tighter grip.
Take a deep breath. Just hold on to the whip!
I glance around; we're midway through the pack.
Even worse I am wide. Steer clear of the back!
The turn is approaching. I must fall in.
There is no hole, too wide, can't win!
More horses pass us, "Push Boy, let's GO!"
He won't let me down. I feel his heart glow.
The stretch now gives us chance.
One whip, one flare, one glance.
I see a hole. It's a risk I must take.
I whip again. The dragon is awake.
He springs to life- it's time to take flight.
Contenders fall behind; he can smell their fright.
Three more to pass, then two, then one...
The finish is ours. "We did it, Son!"
We cross the line-sparing nose.
The crowd roars! We won The Rose!
I wave my arm in the air with a sigh of relief.
It was in him all the time. He had the belief.
I pat his shoulder; he slows his pace.
Our hearts beat as one. We conquered The Race!
Written by our daughter, Tiffany Davis
