By Lisa Molloy Racehorses thunder out of the gate Thundering down onto the straight The bone then breaks, the race is lost The owners don’t want to defray the cost But all is not lost, along comes a truck Perhaps this time, this horse is in luck Up the ramp onto the air ride The leg is fixed and time we shall bide    But where to now, the track’s not an option The horse has another chance – its called adoption I greet them all with a wry smile And place their papers away in a file With a new pasture buddy, sun and some time There are people screaming “I wish he was mine” New shoes, shots and teeth done too My refurbished horses look just like brand new     Then comes their portraits, videos, social media next Hopefully their injury won’t leave them hexed This one is young with plenty of chrome Optimum outcome – to find a new home They browse the listings, he jumps from the page The next question is what is his age They drive from Maryland with very high hopes They stand and watch and see how he lopes   A donation is paid, the contract they sign The young girl shouts “he’s finally mine” And so would end this tale to be told But i shall continue to be so bold     The race may be over The race may be done The horse may be old He may even be young These horses are gems, indeed they are gold A new chapter is waiting to be told He was injured, he was so lame For him, no Kentucky Derby fame On the track, he was just a plain horse that bled To us, he’s the superlative off track Thoroughbred       Check out ReRun, Akindale and Turning For Home adoption programs on the web or go to http://www.facebook.com/lisamolloyracehorses for more information.