I've been in search of a horse racing story to memorialize in a lengthy poem.
Seabiscuit's been done in a major-selling book and movie.
Red Rum remains a possibility, but it seems overly involved.
I've even considered setting one in the Olympian Hills with the gods and goddesses overseeing.
Could a story be developing right under my very eyes? Giacomo's jockey, Mike Smith also rode his sire Holy Bull in a failed Kentucky Derby bid eleven years prior. That's story.
Afleet Alex almost bit the dust in the Preakness (quite literally), but went on to win anyway. Giacomo came in third after being jammed behind a wall of horses for most of the race. More story.
It all comes down to the Belmont Stakes.
Perhaps there's the making of a poem.
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