Down Pimlico Way Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

I used to love
To hear my Boss say,
"Hey Larry, want to go
To the track today? "

We'd hop in his car
After closing the store.
Then off to the track;
Who could ask for more?

I remember a race
From so long ago.
I bet on "Dear Doc, "
Two dollars for show.

I ran to the rail
To watch the horses run
I was just thirteen
Pimlico was so much fun.

The race was fast
As they rounded the turn.
Dear Doc had the lead
In the mid-day sun.

He went on to win.
I was happy as could be.
The track was an adventure
So exciting for me.

Now I look back and remember
How great Pimlico had been.
Seeing it in it's demise
Seems like such a sin.

The city will lose the Preakness
To another track.
So sad to know
In Baltimore...Nothing lasts.