“Danny”
February 17, 2013
People surround the stage of grass
Numbers in hand
They wear serious faces
There’s little supply for what they all demand
Finally after just a few
He enters
Walking right into view
Bay with an hourglass blaze
I can barely process his beauty
As the announcer speaks at speeds that amaze
Our competition faces us just beyond the gap
Motionless we sit
Numbers in lap
A horse the only thing standing in between
We lock eyes
It’s a battle of and over the green
The price quickly begins to increase
I look to my mother
No part of her ready to cease
Back and forth now
It’s us against them
Louder the speaker chants
Dollars again on the rise
Still my mother bids
Much to my surprise
Dancing around the staged ring
Handler and horse move with class
The checkbooks begin to sing
As we refuse to let this opportunity pass
Then suddenly silence echoes throughout the crowd
The only sound comes from the calmed auctioneer
He congratulates the new owners loud
His face looking at me here
I breathe a sigh of relief
As my future horse is led away
Still caught in disbelief
Oh what a great day





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