My poems

[excalibur.]

Now he is gone

Now he is gone
I will share my times with him
Now he is gone
He is a king
Now he is gone
He will never move from my heart
Now he is gone
He has always been in it from the start
Now he is gone
He will be dearly missed
Now he is gone
The Grand National will be dissed
Now he is gone
He will rest in peace
Now he is gone
Synchronised, you will never seise!

[excalibur.]

The Magical Creature

Let it light up the world
Let it be the queen of the pasture
Let it fly over the jumps.

Let it have the courage
Let it have the stamina
Let it be the most amazing creature of all time.

Let the race for glory
Let them race for victory
Let them race for the gold cup

Let him do his best
Let him win for you
Let him be better than the rest.

Let him and his jockey become victorious
Let him and his jockey become as one
Let him and his jockey win you the Chelteham gold cup

Let him gallop into the gates of heaven
Let God cloth his mane
Let him do this
As we'll never see him again.

The magical creature saws across the sky
Even the chases too
You know what now he's dead
we won't only miss him; he will miss you.