Lawrence S. Pertillar
That's A Thoroughbred - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Is the fresh dew appearing,
On the backside of a thoroughbred horse...
That this horse stays prepared to run a race...
And never finds time to relax or sleep?
Or keep away from the track.
Only to practice lap after lap after lap,
With eyes on the prize!
And that's why the dew.
Since the early bird catches the worm?
'I stayed with you until we got to the bird.
And the worm.
What does that have to do with the horse? '
That's not just an ordinary horse.
Doing laps around a course!
That's a thoroughbred.
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