(Stressed syllables are bolded) Race Day Wheezing, heaving sides are slick The horn has blown, the gates are up Thunderous hooves break dirt to dust Cheering, screaming, the frenzy increases All ‘round the arena mouths froth with hot spit In front of the horses, the rabbit bounds faster Screaming, jumping, all eyes are bound But wait! One rider has fallen, his knee all askew The end is approaching, the clouds they are darkening A crack of crisp thunder to startle the beasts