General Poetry posted October 29, 2023

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Night racing

Halloween Race

by Paul McFarland

In the very last race at Union Fair
Back in nineteen sixty-three,
A horse named Phantom was entered to run
And was driven by Ned McKee.

He nosed the gate at slot number eight,
And when that race had begun,
The odds that showed on the old tote board
Had put him at fifty to one.

Three favorites broke when the gate pulled away,
And when things had all sorted out,
The bettors with long shots were crowding the fence
As the favorites all scampered about.

Then Phantom went wide on the very first turn,
And Ned took him down to the rail.
With a burst of speed and a wide open track,
Down the backstretch Phantom set sail.

At the half mile post with a ten length lead,
It looked like the race had been won,
But he'd gone out fast and the old tired horse
Was finding it quite hard to run.

When he finally made the homestretch turn,
The field was closing up fast.
But the valiant steed would not give in.
Too often he'd finished dead last.

It didn't look good for that worn out horse.
He really had started to tire.
And though fading fast, he held his own
And won by a nose at the wire.

That hard run race was his only win,
But his heart at the finish line burst.
So he paid the price for his gallant effort,
For today he had finished dead first.

And when he went down in a big tangled mess,
The horses that he had held back,
They ran over Phantom and old Ned McKee,
And they both died right there on the track.

Now if you are out on a Halloween night
And driving on route seventeen,
If you look real close as you go by the fairground,
You'll notice a real spooky scene.

And if you pull over and walk through the field,
And then find a good hiding place,
You'll see ghostly horses with sulkies and drivers
Awaiting a Halloween race.

There's four jack-o-lanterns that sit on the turns
That give off a mystical light.
And there in the grandstand you'll see ghouls and goblins
Just whooping it up on that night.

Now you'll see a race with the horses who've died
At the old country fairs in this state.
And you'll see Ned McKee with his whip in his silks
As he noses that old starting gate.

The grandstand is teeming with zombies and demons
Who've slipped from their graves for the fun.
They've all placed their bets on the longshots and favorites,
And Phantom is fifty to one.

As they round the track, you'll see some of them falter
And crash at the places they died.
There's only a few that will get to the homestretch
To finish this nightmarish ride.

And then at the wire there's one horse remaining.
He's left all the others behind.
Then Phantom goes down, but once more he has won
As he dies again crossing that line.

Now if you're a race fan and might have a yearning
To see something few fans have seen,
Then hide in the woods at the race track in Union
At midnight on some Halloween.

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Post Number 100
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There was a race track in Union, Maine on Route seventeen. It closed this year.
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