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Rated: E · Poetry · Animal · #2085329
A poem about a jockey's prayer for a race
The Race for the Roses


The night before the Race for the Roses,
the jockey stretched his
four feet nine inch frame, before kneeling.

He looked heavenward
in the moonlight,
and prayed.

He asked for Divine guidance
for him and the pony
he was riding in the next day’s race.

He asked for the wind
to be on their backs,
blowing from a cloudless blue sky.

He prayed that the Lord
keep the pony safe,
not allowing any injuries to befall him.

The jockey awoke the next morning
to a blue, cloudless sky with the wind
blowing in the right direction.

After mounting, he whispered to the pony,
“Do what you love best. God is with
both of us.”

When the pistol fired, he and the pony
took off like a rocket,
reaching the finish line first.

The jockey cried tears of gratitude
as the blanket of roses
was draped across the pony’s withers.

As they took the winner’s walk,
he thought about his prayer,
and thanked God for His many blessings.
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