HOMEWORK FOR W/E 23.05.11 - COO-EE FROM GILGANDRA

[Maureen K Clifford]

COO-EE FROM GILGANDRA

Pearls in the Mist the mother and the sire was Red Dog's Gold
She was born out near Gilgandra, after dark.
They named the filly Coo-ee Rosepink Pearl so I was told.
Foaled north of Dubbo out near Warrumbungle Park.

She was a mighty pretty filly, coloured red like desert sands
with a mane and tail as gold as wheaten chaff.
She was flighty, she was flirty and she stood at sixteen hands
with long legs that would have suited a giraffe.

Her stride, well it was lengthy and she just ate up the track
at old Gilgandra where they trained her every day.
She was beautiful to watch, and she was beautiful to own
and they hoped to take her to the Cup soiree.

City folks thought her a long shot, but her bloodlines told the tale
of a lineage that carried the best genes.
Yes, the coast road they would travel leading into Melbourne town
and they hoped that she’d become a racecourse Queen.

She just might be the twelfth mare to be named amongst the stars
Makybe Diva had managed to win it twice,
but mares were in the also rans on most Melbourne Cup Days
so to see her name up there would raise her price.

Her grandmother, New Zealand born and bred, a chestnut too
won the Cup by a short head in eighty eight.
Empire Rose led a packed field around the turn and Natski who
was trying hard to catch her up, lost on the straight.

So on Cup day keep your two eyes peeled for Coo-ee Rosepink Pearl
this female liberator equine, this Lysandra.
For a greater turn of speed she might on that day unfurl
and then all will know of Coo-ee from Gilgandra.


Maureen Clifford © 05/11

PS. Empire Rose was a huge mare who stood at 17.1 hands high and just barely fitted into the barrier stalls at Melbourne. She won by a nose from Natski in 1988. In the photo finish shots you can see Natski's rump was actually ahead of hers, highlighting her large size.

To date only 11 mares have won the Melbourne Cup - Male horses are 9 times more likely to win than females.

[Neville Briggs]

I'm not a punter Maureen, but I liked your poem.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Neville.

[Bob Pacey]

Oh was it about racehorses i thought it was greyhounds ????


Bob

I used to tell people I used to race greyhounds. How did you go they would ask.

Never beat one too bloody quick. BOM BOM

Bob

[Maureen K Clifford]

that's a pretty daggy doggy joke Bob

[Bob Pacey]

That's cause I'm a pretty daggy doggy sort of bloke. You would love the van park get to pat dogs all day. Its the only way to meet the owners wink wink nudge nudge get my drift !!

My dogs go beserk when I get home so many smells so little time.

Bob

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well if a position ever arises for a professional dog patter you'll know where to find one Could think of heaps worse jobs.

I am presuming the owners you are angling to meet are the blondes with the boobs and bums in the bikinis with the basenjis and not the blokes in the baggy boardies playing ball with the bull terriers. but I could be wrong - 'cause I often am.

Cheers

Maureen

[Bob Pacey]

You are darn tootin right.

Got a Yoga camp in this weekend. Interesting.


Bob