Barbaro

Faster than the wind
Catching spirits of the past
He ran up through the clouds
To meet them in that field of grass.

His legs straight and strong
His eyes flashing a smile
He's running now with champions
Mile after Mile

Pennsylvania's pride is mourning
For a miracle that could not be
With all the skill and love
He just could not be healed

He captured all our hearts
Fragile yet so strong
If a million prayers could heal
It would not have taken long

Through the centuries near and far
In battle, work and play
Our equine friends have been there
Partners in finding a better way

In their September and December
We must all remember
And repay that dedication
A warm stall and a lump of sugar

But this bold spirit's run
Cut short by fateful situation
By fate's cruel decision
Not a hero's loss of vision

His name came from tragedy
Brought on by evil hands
I pray this is not an omen
That there are no more blessings for this land

Faster than the wind
Catching spirits of the past
He ran up through the clouds
To meet them in that field of grass.

His legs straight and strong
His eyes flashing a smile
He's running now with champions
Mile after Mile
Mile after Mile

Written & Contributed by,
Fritz Rauschenberg

January 29, 2007