Secretariat

Secretariat
By Mark Spencer

He was the point God made to Job,
A horse of noble strength.
He ran each race with all his might,
No matter what the length.

A mighty stallion bred to run,
His nostrils snorting fire.
He followed in the hoof prints of
His legendary sire.

And when the gunshot cracked the air,
He leapt into the fray.
Like a magnificent machine
Prepared to win the day!

The Derby saw his character,
As he came from behind.
At Belmont his supremacy
Was etched into our minds.

And finally at Pimlico
He won the triple crown.
Nothing deterred the chestnut colt,
Big Red would not back down!

He thundered into history,
Like a grand chariot!
And time will not forget the name
Of Secretariat.