Blinding speed
A noble steed
Thunderous hooves so loud
As a hush falls over the crowd
Jockey furiously beating
Final turn, no retreating
End in sight
Sun so bright
Down the homestretch they come
Hooves, a beating drum
Lead steadily growing
Owners elation already showing
A roar comes from the crowd
Grinning trainer, of his work so proud
Furiously bobbing head
As across the finish line he's led
Jockey's hands rising to the air
Overwhelmed with elation, of the crowd unaware
Race is won
Celebration has just begun
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