Petes Poetry
Chasing Dreams (the greyhound)
As I'm loaded into the boxes, I'm dying for a feed.
This life the want, this hunger the need.
I'll just stand there and wait for the lids to pop.
Show some early toe, and never stop.
This chase is all about heart.
But the gutless and weak never got a start.
The opposition strong, with dollars on their nose.
But our fate and destiny, only hell knows.
Some break legs, others hit the rail.
But all I know is to chase that bunny's tail.
So as I come around the turn, I'm almost on the lure.
And my desires and wants are honest and pure.
Peter Riddoch.
This life the want, this hunger the need.
I'll just stand there and wait for the lids to pop.
Show some early toe, and never stop.
This chase is all about heart.
But the gutless and weak never got a start.
The opposition strong, with dollars on their nose.
But our fate and destiny, only hell knows.
Some break legs, others hit the rail.
But all I know is to chase that bunny's tail.
So as I come around the turn, I'm almost on the lure.
And my desires and wants are honest and pure.
Peter Riddoch.