Mother dies and these coffin days

Soon lead to the accommodating earth,

The same mother, babe-in-arms,

Her first-born clutching her free hand

As they embarked on a new adventure

Together, down by the riverside.
 
Once more the horizontal place

is permanent where silence reigns supreme,

one less shadow moving along

the street, gliding over spring grass,

walking children between the avenue

of tall trees, into the waking town.

 
No more equally matched horses

to fight it out in a photo finish,

one less punter to lose again,

those eyes never open again

to jockey-bright colors staying the course,

bringing home victory or defeat.