Born to Run

Born to Run, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

There is eagerness in this spindly colt
Thinking of the excitement at the downs
At the sound of a bell ready to bolt
A mere seven weeks old dreaming of crowns

A sure winner, look how he holds his head
Each ear standing up like a mountain peak
Listening to every word that is said
Every shrilling neigh says he is not meek

Look how he runs hugging the inner rail
Attempting boldly to pass his own nose
Traveling so fast his tail is a sail
Another race that is not even close

The day is now over I bed him down
As I leave making room for his first crown

1 thought on “Born to Run

  1. Carolyn Hansen

    Wonderful images of a future crown winner. I wouldn’t have noticed the tail until you mentioned the sail!

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