#publishing without comment because..

Barbaro,Even now, wih you melting away from this world, you are my object of hope. I hold your gallant head in my lap and peer into your dark brown eyes. I rub your soft, beautiful neck. Even in death, you are great. You are fantastic, epic, even miraculous. When I first saw you, you were a two year old. No one knew who you were, just another improbable Derby hopeful. I don't know what it was in that moment that I saw you galloping down the turf, but I liked it.