I wrote this on the back of the sad passing of a very gallant horse.

The Iron Horse - A tribute

Lines that define run down his brown rump,
The signs of grace, fitness and hard work,
A challenge laid down of which he won’t shirk,
By a horse that gives his all from the jump.

He’ll bound to the lead no matter the gate,
And roll along at whatever the pace.
From here it’s up to the jockey to rate,
And the Iron horse Mummify will dictate the race.

He’ll come round the bend ahead of the rest,
His head sturdy; his mind right on the job,
Only the minors are left to contest,
As the iron horse puts paid to this mob.

He’ll win as all the great horses will do,
Eased right up on the line,
He’ll go back to his stable for a might big chew,
Whilst the connections crack a bottle of wine.

These days are over to manys dismay,
And only fond memories remain,
He’ll go down in history as a very good bay,
Except when he raced in the rain.

M.L - 2005