This is a reader contribution from Donna Bagget. It is a tribute to a very special racehorse who had a terrible racing accident. Veterinary attempts to fix the problem were unsuccessful, as she twice broke the casts that were applied, and she eventually had to be put down (this is what is meant by the verse that says "You would not let them fix it"). While this is a very tragic and true story, this tribute to Ruffian is also quite moving, and serves as an example of the true essence of poetry - it captures a moment of emotion, and expresses the poet's reaction to it. It is like a snapshot with words instead of a picture.
The dust and the dirt
the blood and the tears
the smell of hay and sweat
the effort of years.
From a small black filly
to a fine three year old
you've got to race
or you will be sold.
The bridle, the saddle
the jockey on your back
the harsh leather whip
brought down on you........CRACK
A run for the roses
you're everyones dream
you were beating Foolish Pleasure
then I heard the crowd scream.
No, it can't be
don't let it be true
Oh Ruffian, Dear Ruffian
we wanted no harm for you
Your spirit kept trying
the crowd was so sad,
the jockey was crying,
the scene was so bad.
Oh, why did it have to be you, sweet horse
you would not let them fix it
didn't you know you were more
than a $2.00 ticket
You're in heaven now
with lots of green grass.
God now enjoys watching
as you run past.
Donna Bagget
To Ruffian, where ever you are 4/17/72 to 7/7/75
