Old Man Finn

Old man Finn

Out on the track that fateful day

I had just turned to train a mile

When old man Finn, asked where I'd been

could he tag along for awhile

"Of course" I said, he turned his mare

we set out for the quarter pole

The leisured mile, we made in style

a two forty clip was the goal

 

Reaching the quarter then the half

we were on track to make the grade

Three quarters down, I turned around

to see man being measured, weighed

Finn's mare was at a full gallop

bitten by a horse fly I'd thought

Over the rail, with Finn in trail

their fates tied to the lessons taught

 

He'd been thrown over the withers

came down hard on the limestone track

Finn was quite old, cut of the mold

of men who go forward not back

I pulled my horse up, turned around

hoping to help him if I could

Perhaps a stroke, his hip was broke

he lie gasping against the wood

 

We then took up a collection

to help the old man convalesce

Each of us knew, Finn's hopes were few

as this made of his life a mess

Kind and charmed I knew him to be

many strapping sons to his name

 Sadly those then, who knew him when

said life would never be the same

 

I had saved a little money

a sizable sum for a lad

As I was young, my life unsung

I had given them all I had

My father seemed a bit upset

"I can't believe you sometimes son

Hard as it is, in the horse biz

why give away all that you've won"

 

Each of us knew the hardships then

we shared part and parcel the same

But as a boy, I took no joy

in most truths of that deadly game

I ran my horse four days later

the Finn's drove in every race

My mare set back, end of the pack

that night circled the field in place

 

All of them laughed as I rode by

hell they might just as well have waved

Each of them smiled, faces beguiled

yet they were all so well behaved

That night his boys were good to me

I grinned as I knew I'd been played

 Cut of the core, that taught me more

from pioneer stock they were made

Author's Note

When I raced horses I met some of the most interesting souls. To them the family made up of fellow horsemen were a world unto themselves . In many ways they taught me most of the values I hold dear. We were racing the secondary circuit. No one seemed to have any money most of the time. The blow dealt the Finn family that day was so devastating I couldn't help but feel it. After that the Finns regularly schooled me. Each time I was in to race my own horse. However I have to say there was nothing like watching the Friday night fights in the paddock with Freddie and whomever stepped on his toes. The Finns were tough, kind and consoling. In short they were cut of the fiber that once tamed this country straight from pioneer stock!

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Life gives, and gives, so does Tate,we can't all do all, but through writers like Tate,we can take a cart ride,be a friend to Finn, even love the man and world of hard work, morning pride , a elder asking to be by our side, Share Tate's poems
Read them aloud, Paget's too, teach your friends to "feel"again,I think they can, we can crack our worlds "Conscious Comma ".

[Art]

a nice view of your past Tate...nice work on this compassionate view

[Pax]

the good old days are always worth remembering.. specially the family or the friends that help us pull ourselves together in times of crisis.. you show great appreciation to the family that has given you life lessons and valued beliefs you now carry ..
Great write Mr. Tate.

[Cole Hayley]

Another stunningly beautiful tale you weaaved through poetry. So fine in its details, but concise enough to take us all on a journey while we read it. You truly have such blinding talent.

[Bewitching Sensations]

perfection.. i was there all along the story line.. you had me hooked.. well done

[Lisa Ring]

"Finn was old , but cut from the mold of men who move forward not back"...that is my favorite line. I love your character "sketches". People are what make life interesting. Very well written.

[Michael G.]

Well written form as always. One I always come to expect when I read your work, Tate. Your story is heartwarming.

[Emerald Seas]

Wonderful write, Tate. The rhythm is fabulous and you tell a great tale. Well done!

[A love for poetry]

Great poem here Tate. I think I need to learn style. I am growing bored of the short sweet rhymes that I have been writing; I think your poetry as well as Paget's has prompted me to learn a few poetic forms and techniques.

And to top it off a true and meaningful story, and a classic back and white picture, capturing a moment in time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe he did met some interesting people in the horse racing business. It is a field of chance and luck. These kind of people knew how to enjoy the good and bad times. I enjoyed this tale. In the military. We collected money often for our soldiers in need. Good people take care of good people. Karma always come back to a good life and person. Thank you for the amazing photo and story.
Coyote

[Dayran]

Its a rare thing to see something tangible in the form of relationships emerge from folks in a play with the random in our lives. It makes it that much more special.