Mothers Day Derby Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Mothers Day Derby



As the sun slants over the paddock weathered in morning mist,
Stardust pronounces a humble colt riding through an emerald field.

A red sky welcomes an ethereal road,
As Rich Strike bolts silently into nirvana.
Twenty horses, twenty riders,
Twenty dreams kindled with arduous drudgery.

The crowds harrow subsides,
Quietness subdues,
The bell brakes,
and dreams ensue.

Flames rip through the stable,
‘twenty-three skidoo' at Mercury Equine farms,
Leaving reed tombstones,
To hold up heads for those that perished.

Yet Pegasus rises!
Against all odds,
As the lord gives its toughest battles to his strongest warriors,
Valiantly schooled with a turn of foot.

Mint juleps at hand,
colts dash the gate,
Heartbeats haste,
the aroma of Burgoo fumes.

Welcome to the ‘Run of the roses',
Where dreams are born in old Louisville.

Mothers Day Derby
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It's a miraculous day in Kentucky. A dream. For Rich Strike. For Eric Reed a horse trainer who rebuilt himself from ashes. And for Richard Dawson who entrusts him. I wrote this poem to honor Kentucky. It's tradition of ‘The running of the roses'. This Mother's Day 2022. The greatest race of the century. A Cinderella story. Against all odds! To raise a champion horse, to garden, to rear a child with righteous advocacy takes much love, dedication and nurture that only a mother gives. And so I dedicate this poem to all that garnish motherly feelings at heart. As Sigmund Freud said. " Sometimes a horse race is just a horse race." With stardust and a motherly tinker-bell.
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