Welcome, I am your hostess, Amanda, and this is The Thundering Hooves Equine Club, a club dedicated to the bond between horses and humans with the added thrill of racing. Feel free to take a look around. We have an enormous Thoroughbred and Standardbred racing gallery and lots of members pages. For recent updates, check out the message board to see where, I'm always updating. :) If you have any quesions or comments feel free to e-mail me any time or sign my guestbook. And if you really like what you see, go ahead and join us in the discussion group at Yahoo!Groups.




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The Day my final race is run
And, win or lose, the sinking sun
Tells me it’s time to quit the track
And Gracefully hang up my tack,
I’ll thank the Lord the life I’ve led
Was always near a Thoroughbred.

I’ve had my share of falls and knocks
Pursuing the elusive fox.
I’ve heard the stirring cry of hounds
From Melton to the Sussex Downs.
Each spring I ride a hundred miles
(My tail bright red, my face all smiles).

And I have seen the thrilling pace
Of many a cutthroat steeplechase
And watched with breath and mind suspended
Until a classic race has ended.
For those high days can end in pain,
Or in a bottle of Champagne.

So, if the downward course is steep
Where smoke and flames and devils leap,
I’ll hope I’m on a Hellish steed
Running his heart out, with no need
For voice or spurs or flailing whip
To guarantee he gets the trip.

But if, about the sixteenth pole
God should have mercy on my soul,
I hope He’ll raise me to the clouds
Above the grandstand and the crowds
And there I’ll take my ease, and wait
Behind the pearly starting-gate.

And long before I break God’s bread
Or buy a halo for my head
Or sink into a starry bed
Or say the prayers I should have said
Before the donuts, rolls, or coffees
I’ll find the secretary’s office.

In my first interview, of course,
I’ll ask St. Peter for a horse.
He’ll lead me down the heavenly sheds
Past miles and miles of Thoroughbreds
And say, “Since you’ve escaped Old Nick…
They’re on the house; just take your pick.”

So when old Gabriel’s golden horn
Echoes from cloud to cloud each morn
And “It is post time” rings out clear
I will be ready with my gear;
My horse and I will not be late
(Though I’ll be slightly overweight).

Then, free from every mortal sin
(Including Butazolidin!)
We’ll gallop through celestial fields
Where neither mist nor mud conceals
The graceful movements of the horse,
The wide and green and endless course.

Though some may think, and I’ll agree
That only God can make a tree,
Before God thought of trees, it’s said,
His mind was on the Thoroughbred.

~Paul Mellon



The Hooved Animal Humane Society The Hooved Animal Humane Society

Since Amber was adopted, I've been looking for a new mascot for the Club, and I found one in Beauty. Beauty is a young Thoroughbred mare who is shown with her foal, Eddie, on the right. The two are a special case, having been tortured at their home by neighboring bullies who thought it was funny to chase her and her stablemates around with birt bikes. The mare is slowly regaining her confidence in people, but the adoption process will be slow. She needs a very experienced horse person to care for her. To read more about her, click on the picture to go the the HAHS website or e-mail me, as I am her official sponsor.




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