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how does the racehorse satisfy his need to run
the adrenalin rush
the roar of the crowd
the thrill of the wind in his mane as he eases out the favorite on a muddy track
and the graceful greyhound
now reduced to a quarter page ad
"Available for Adoption
affectionate
slightly arthritic
call for further details."
how do they survive
these once proud champions
now mostly forgotten
overlooked
replaced
are they sad
or does the sweet smell of grass
and the hugs of children
compensate for obscurity?
© by Judi Brown.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Judi Brown wrote her first poem in 2008; she says "they have been flowing through me" ever since, and she keeps paper and pen handy so she can capture whatever, whenever it comes. Judi describes her day job as "immensely rewarding;" she raises funds to support causes that are meaningful to her and which help to repair and improve the world. Judi enjoys walking in the woods and laughing with family and friends.
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rhonasheridan:
Retirement is much on my mind. Loved your poem.
Posted 10/18/2016 10:49 AM
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transitions:
Lovely
Posted 10/15/2016 07:59 PM
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Newf:
If it's just about racehorses and greyhounds. Kind of fun. But, as for people, like every other phase of life, rettirement is what make it.
Posted 10/15/2016 10:28 AM
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blueskies:
Affirming Katrina's reply! Thanks, Judi.
Deeply special...
Posted 10/15/2016 09:08 AM
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loisflmom:
Hey Judi, some info-- most greyhounds retire at 2-3 years old, just not fast enough! And they are delighted to spend retirement as "couch potatoes"
Posted 10/15/2016 08:53 AM
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Jean :D:
Questions I never thought about but from now on "they will flow through me", thanks to Judi. It was really quite touching.
Posted 10/15/2016 07:21 AM
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Katrina:
This is a brilliant distillation of a wide range of feelings.
Posted 10/15/2016 06:16 AM
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