May 2016
Aymara Rivero and Hunting Honey
thundered past the finish mark
three lengths before the placing horse -
the tenth triumph of her rookie season.
How many winner's circles await her arrival?
Just a few brief yesterdays ago,
Mari had watched a lecture hall clock
checking off the hours of her life,
when a voice within her whispered again
"It's now or never," and Mari chose "now."
So shutting the college door for a time,
she returned to her stable home
and the company of equine friends
who'd brought joy to her youthful days.
Today the paddock gates open
and apprentice Aymara guides her mount
to the starting gates of life itself.
thundered past the finish mark
three lengths before the placing horse -
the tenth triumph of her rookie season.
How many winner's circles await her arrival?
Just a few brief yesterdays ago,
Mari had watched a lecture hall clock
checking off the hours of her life,
when a voice within her whispered again
"It's now or never," and Mari chose "now."
So shutting the college door for a time,
she returned to her stable home
and the company of equine friends
who'd brought joy to her youthful days.
Today the paddock gates open
and apprentice Aymara guides her mount
to the starting gates of life itself.
Another refugee poem from Poetfreak. Aymara Rivero is an actual person. I have met everyone in her family except Aymara. I have seen her race a number of times and sometimes win. Her grandparents are very good friends of mine. Her grandmother is a huge sports fan and is ecstatic about having a professional athlete for a granddaughter.
