William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Saturday, 28, May, 2011

Small Victory

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 17:47

You've no business buying a mare like that
 But buy her if you must
 He bit the end off his cigar
 And spat it in the dust
 She's old, she's lame and barren too
 She's not worth feeding hay
 But I'll give her this, he blew smoke at me,
 She was something in her day.

 I recall her well 10 years ago
 She was a winner in her prime
 She was fast and lean and willing
 But they raced her past her time
 And though she had the heart
 Her legs were gone
 It wasn't see hard to see
 But they kept her at it in the hopes
 Of one more small victory

 She was shunted round from track to track
 From Kentucky up to Maine
 They'd run her in cheap claimers
 All doped up to mask her pain
 And if its my advice you want I'd say
 The poor things had her day
 You'd be thowing good cash after bad
 Its best, he turned away

 Oh they led her round the auction shed
 And bidding started low
 She'll go for dogfood someone said
 The markets been that slow
 But she raised her head and pricked her ears
 And before the hammer fell
 She's was mine
 My friend turned round to me
 You're softheaded I can tell

 But she'd been shoved from pillar to post said I
 And always done her best
 They used her up they rung her dry
 You'd think she earned her rest
 So if she does not bode out her day
 Beneath some shady tree
 I'll have saved her from the knacker's yard
 And that's enough for me

 Oh that was near two years ago
 She's filled out some since then
 And more so since she's been in foal
 She eats enough for ten
 And this morn as I crept to the barn
 Around 'bout half past three
 There stood nursing on still trembling legs
 One more "small victory".


  1. thanks for the reminder, haven’t listened to this song in a while. he’s a great live performer – heard him at a folk festival in Nova Scotia a few years back – sitting in while he was ‘foolin around’ w/ folks like Greg Brown and Mary Gauthier and Archie Fischer gave me some priceless memories.

    Comment by clairesmum — Saturday, 28, May, 2011 @ 19:37 | Reply

  2. Quite simply, Garnet Rogers is one of the best. And this is one of his best, although he has written so many incredible songs, it’s difficult to pick a “best.” What a remarkably nice person, too.

    Comment by pk — Sunday, 29, May, 2011 @ 12:14 | Reply

  3. The words remind me of an old, tiny blind shetland I bought years ago. He spent his days in a carnival and was an unwanted distraction to the owner. The soapers bid a few dollars at a time, until I offered $50 to chase them away.

    He spent his last few years wandering through my yard helping me mow.

    Comment by Jess — Tuesday, 31, May, 2011 @ 14:35 | Reply

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