The Heart of Kentucky

The hillside rolls into the mist,

And out of the dew he came.  

His mighty hoofs pounded the turf kissed,

His breath but a clouded flame.  

He digs in making the ground tremble

Underneath his oppressing strength.  

People began to lean forward as his pace swept the track.

No one could catch him.

He was a phantom that breathed in the scent of death,

As he faced the challenge of the years with every single breath.   

The wire stood ahead of him; he knew his victory had come. 

And as he approached the finish line, he began to slow with steady drum

He had reached the end and won!

His broad chest flew up as he tossed his head about,

A champion he was now, not one of them had a doubt. 

The citizens at ‘The Downs’ all pulled off their hats,

As the chorus of voices echoed throughout the valley.  

They sung of their pride, of thanks for their great state,

A deafening shout,

A tremendous roar,

A breath of longing,

For “My Old Kentucky Home”.

Reviews

[J.A.Bentley]

I feel you captured this small moment very well.

Ryan

[Emily B]

I have a friend who always cries when she hears my old kentucky home'

my heart is definitely here