Final Furlong |

I remember that year
At the Cheltenham Cup.
We were overdue
For a run of luck

I’d trained you hard
You were skittish and tense
I held you back
Until the first fence

Which you cleared with ease,
Then approaching the straight
I gave you your head –
And you took the bait

Two furlongs to go…
And the going is tough
Flanks heaving, hooves thunder
It’s hard and it’s rough

Now we’re pounding the turf
And gathering pace…
For that final furlong
We’ve won the race!