By Joshua Preacely
1901 flew by like a bumblebee,
It happened faster than the eye could see.
Gone from making $8 a month to a thousand per race,
Now look at me, who could fathom my pace.
Standing in front of thousands who love me,
Eminence is under me prepared for the journey.
I know we have trained but the pressure weighed on me like a mountain,
Will I be able to contain what’s racing through my brain, am I outdone?
Minutes gone in a flash,
We’re getting lined up in the starting stalls.
Is this really happening?
Could I win the 1901 Kentucky Derby.
Am I, Jimmy Winkfield, ready to face the sand,
Am I, a small sharecropper, ready to take a stand.
I’ve won so many races, what’s going through my head?
NO, don’t succumb to doubt,
If I hold back now, goodbye to the crowds shouts.
I am the best at what I do,
One with the horse down to the shoe.
Wake up, it’s game time,
There’s no way I’ll do anything but climb.
Everything goes away now it just me and his Eminence,
*Buh-dump* *Buh-dump* We are in perfect sync, with a high amount of resonance.
Look out! we’re about to change the game,
We’ll rise to the top and the crowd will sing my name.
*Silence* …. …. …. *gUnShoT* The race has begun,
With haste, Eminence and I push up the pace of the whole race,
Silence as I dominate by almost two whole lengths.
As I cross the finish line you can hear my cries of joy sharply,
Because I just won the 1901 Kentucky Derby.