Thoroughbred

by K_Ann_70unknown, California, USA

Jul 2017 456 Views 3 comments

Thoroughbred

I was a girl when I met your kind.
Yours was my first scent of refined,
Cultured class.
Leather and lather.
I am in love with you and your brothers,
The way you strut and prance.
Head high, alert eyes.

Yes, I still look for that confident
Bounce in the stride of your
Working-class cousins.
The flag of majestic strength,
Regal boldness.
Fearlessness.
The walk of a winner.

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Posted: Jul 2017

About this poem:

I love horses.

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lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJul 21, 2017

I love thoroughbreds too. As for "working class cousins" Standardbreds - that is to say harness horses (pacers and trotters), are pretty cool also; as are a lot of the other breeds, and "types" of horses - nice poem...