Seabiscuit
His name was Seabiscuit, a phenomenal horse;
a driving, obscure and accelerating force.
He captured the hearts of so many fans
and surpassed all statistics and all scheduled plans.
His owner, Charles Howard...a benevolent soul,
Eastern born with wanderlust, found his way to the foal,
but he needed a trainer to instruct his fresh find,
to get all that he could from this horses' shrewd mind.
Tom Smith was labeled Lone Plainsman' by some,
a kind, quiet loner...horse skills second to none.
Translucent skin blending in with gray hair,
together with Howard emerged an unstoppable pair.
Now trainer and horse patiently schooled
a grand force against skeptics not easily fooled
by his infrequent bursts of volatile speed,
the kind that caused rivals to take instant heed.
The next quest was finding a jockey to ride
this amazing steed with the unparalleled stride.
But it didn't take long before Tom Smith had found
a young boy named Pollard who was infamous bound.
His nickname was 'Red' due to brilliant red hair
A restless young man whose eyes were set square
on a vision concocted when only a child
pursuant of dreams, no matter how wild.
Smith took to the boy with ambition to ride,
they would learn from this horse on the track, side by side.
And Howard completed the contrastive four,
an implausible team breaking records galore.
It's a story that touches the coldest of hearts,
this unlikely foursome where rationale parts.
It's history that began in a remote starting gate,
three men and a horse brought together by fate.
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