THE DARK HORSE

THE DARK HORSE

(Black Caviar)

By Frances Harris

  

Born to a mare that nobody knows,

Her sire was a horse of renown,

Carefree and strong to roam with her dam,

The ‘Gilgai,’ was home for a while,

A yearling of sorts, a dark horse for sure,

Training, the best was for her,

Giving her heart, and lending her soul,

The future was there to explore,  

The yearling was sold, for a fairly low price

 To a group who would give her their best,

Her courage was fierce, a princess indeed,

Black Caviar’s making her mark, 

Smashed all her records, the crowd’s going wild,

Striving for greatness, not breaking her stride,

Twenty five starts and never a loss,

The headlines were hers for a time,

Money changed hands, the winner takes all,

Many a ‘bookie,’ had taken a fall,
Some took their winnings; the rest hit the town,
Trainer and strapper, had both shed a tear, 

The crowds from Australia were watching this race,

Royal Ascot in Jubilee Year,
The barrier dropped, then she lengthened he stride,
This queen claimed her realm - by a nose.