My father and my Grandma A were always the verse writers in the family--quick with a ditty, a limerick, recitation of The Cremation of Sam McGee or other Robert Service poem. Herewith, then, a little verse to celebrate Rachel Alexandra, courtesy of my father, and for all those boys she leaves in her wake!
To the Boys I Left Behind
With them I'd romp and play
Roaming the fields so Vast
Our Hearts Were Young and Gay
Hoping these Moments would Last.
It's off to work I must Go
Cherishing The Ties That Bind
Looking Back , as always, I Know
It's For the Boys I've Left BEHIND!
Queen of Saratoga
Rachel Alexandra
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