Cracker Jack (The Story Of A Race Horse) Poem by sylvia spencer

Poor old Cracker stands all alone cold, hungry
and chilled to the bone, in a muddy medow
that is now his home.This chestnut brown horse
was once the pride of the race course, with his
jockey on his back galloping round the racing track.
They say old Cracker was the favourite in a big race
but after a stewards enquiry he was disqualified,
and that was followed by disgrace.His jockey thought
that he was ill but after testing they found that he had
been doped with some sort of pill.
Cracker Jack this poor old horse once the pride of the
Antree course, just went to pieces and full of remorse.
He had done nothing it was not his fault it was the
underworld who tamper with the racing sport.
Cracker was sad he loved to race but the Jockeys
Club said no he was a horse that the field would not
face.
He was sold at auction to a riding school but the riders
could not keep up with the horses pull, he was bred to jump
over hedge and fence so therefore his riders had no defence.
One day out riding along the track he threw his rider who
injured his back. Crackers pace was to fast for the riding
school so he was sold again because he couldn't succume
to their rule.
From pillar to post this old horse was sent and trouble followed
him where ever he went. Shoved in a stable with nowhere to
race with his body and life now in total disgrace.
A once great race horse with no one at his side, perhaps it
would be better if he just laid down and died. At least his
dignity would come back again because I have written his
story and given him fame.