27/01/2024
Little poem about A pint of Bears incredible come back story . Ai might have helped a touch. 😂
A pint of Bear, a name so q***r,
Emerged from Doncaster's atmosphere,
Twice he broke the sales ring's hold,
A spirit wild, a tale to be told.
Hard to tame, a fiery steed,
With racing blood of noble breed,
Still entire, his trainers found,
A gelding's calm would soon resound.
From the crowd, a call did rise,
Joe's voice, with hope that never dies,
His first share in a racing dream,
A slice of glory, a star's bright beam.
At Southwell's course, his home, his heart,
A pint of Bear would play his part,
On second start, the fates aligned,
A champion's pace, a winner’s mind.
Joe, the student, far away,
In Edinburgh's embrace would stay,
Would walk the streets in quiet cheer,
A victory's memory to hold dear.
Upon a bench, alone, serene,
Reflecting on the racing scene,
A pint of Bear's triumphant dash,
A moment's thrill, a lightning flash.
At Catterick, he'd shine again,
And at Goodwood, a noble second's claim,
But fate, it seems, can twist and turn,
At York, his story took a stern.
The favorite fell, a collective gasp,
It seemed their dreams within their grasp,
But vets with hands both firm and kind,
Would save his life, a hope to find.
Then came the days, the rehab's hold,
With Gemma Vernon, heart of gold,
Her team of love, their ceaseless toil,
Worked the earth like the richest soil.
Within their care, he found his breath,
Through pain and patience, they cheated death,
Their dedication, a tireless theme,
Mended the cracks in the shattered dream.
Months turned to years, their love never waned,
Through storms and trials, their spirits remained,
And A pint of Bear, with each new dawn,
Grew stronger, bolder, and carried on.
Then Lingfield called, under floodlit skies,
A test of will, where the challenge lies,
A pint of Bear, with Gemma's touch,
Proved to the world he still had much.
The crowd erupted as he crossed the line,
A comeback tale, almost divine,
The Racing Post and Mirror, they detailed his fate,
His story loved, his triumph great.
His tale of triumph, of will, of might,
Was shared in homes through day and night,
A pint of Bear, the horse they adored,
Whose legend grew with each award.
So let us toast to the team's embrace,
To Joe, whose dream never left the race,
To A pint of Bear, whose tale we've spun,
Of darkness passed and victories won.
Raise your glass to the tale that's scribed,
To hearts that heal and spirits revived,
A pint of Bear, a tale to sing,
Of loss, of love, of conquering.