Kentucky Girl

 She was a Kentucky girl
Bred from champion stock
Proud and beautiful to see
From her head to her fetlock

Her body was magnificent
Sixteen hands in size
A shiny, rippling chestnut coat
White blaze between her eyes

I could see she was a yearling
She never had been shod
A girl still basking in her youth
Pawing at the sod

It seems she liked to flirt with me
By ignoring my advance
Then moving down the rails a bit
Casting me a sidewards glance

Although I could not get too close
She had no fear of me
Perhaps thought that I’d harness her
When she chose to be free

I was captured by her magnitude
She had been born to run
It was obvious this sassy girl
Had races to be won

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Kentucky Girl

  1. Paul Hardesty says:



  2. Gorgeous girl. Absolutely gorgeous.


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