Galloped To An Extreme, The Reality Of Horse Racing

• Jess Anderson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

Short breathes of anticipation,
Eyes open, taking in all the colours,
Ears perked high, as if to catch every sound like they were drops of water.
Jockeys perched on their backs, eyes ahead with winning and glory implanted in their minds.
As the gates swing open and the horses shoot forward
down come the hard whacks of a crop urging the animals forward.
Pain ripples over their haunches as their mouths foam, pushing faster in hopes to not get beaten.
The reality of horse racing isn't so glorious