a day at the races
Teetering heels, thundering hooves
pink galahs in jockey colours, starting nerves
fascinators, orange, red, pink, fluorescent green
highly strung, horses and men, muscled and lean
pawing the sand, punching the air
cool water, cold beer.
Distorting PA, slurring speech
calls races in other states
emotions raw, thrills, loss and despair
winning, losing, dying, don’t care
whistling kite, cheering punter
warm hugs, a race down under.
Dancing girls, funky band,
keep to the beat, elbows, arms, hands
giants all, men and horses, sauna sweat
running, jumping, dancing, a bet
whistling train, fire cracker
men at work, land down under.
Queuing for coffee, laying low
eyes are open, brain is slow
plastic chairs, cups, plates, glasses all litter
showering, sitting, still sleeping, some fitter
starting engine, packing up tent
let’s do it next year, time well spent.
Big Red Bit 
Sounds like a great day at the races. Wish we could have been there amongst the colour and the thrills. Hope you backed a winner! Safe travels back to “the Marsh”
It was quite a day! We are making our way back south now, with a few detours along the way. Looking forward to the next theme night at Martians.
The vivid imagery captures the day. Flowed well and very enjoyable, thanks for sharing
Thank you for your kind comment. It’s great to get some feedback. Poetry is not really my thing, but I thought I’d give it a go.