Foolish Pleasure Memorial
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"Foolish and Me"
A tribute to my 'friend' and Champion
He's coming down the homestretch, through the wall of noise of the crowds,
running through the shadow of the Grandstand in the clouds.
Now he belongs to history, a Champion of the past, but he'll always be here with us,
in memories that will last.
I recall him as he faced each challenge, his courage to the test,
such a tough and gritty colt, he always did his best.
His name is Foolish Pleasure, and a pleasure he was to see, he had the 'Look of Eagles', and a style of running free.
When Foolish danced upon the track, the fans would send up cheers, and I was there to cheer with them, and try to hold back tears.
We left the world of racing, each went his separate way,
but through the years, our fate was sealed,
we'd meet again one day.
The tears ran down my face again, two decades had gone by, and there he was in front of me,
I couldn't help but cry
As my hand ran down his neck, we both felt something deep,
A sharing of the life we knew was there for us to keep.
So now we hold within our hearts, his beauty, strength and grace,
and way up there among the clouds,
he wins another race.
His broodmare band is grazing in the misty morning still, as Foolish looks down on them,
from his grave up on the hill.
Written by Joanie Davison
Yours truly with the Champ
From his grave up on the hill
Photo credit to Gary Hill
I would like to thank Gary Hill of Bridger, Montana for the photos of Foolish Pleasure's grave site marker.
There are thousands of graves scattered around the country where great champions, and beloved horses are laid to rest. Some are grand and some are plain, but in each lies a story to be told while tears fall and hearts beat faster, recalling great moments of horses that brought to all of us a joy so pure of heart and mind as to last for all time.
Foolish Pleasure rests beneath
the grandure of the Big Horn
Mountains. A fitting place for a
horse that himself was as grand as
the mountains that surround him.
He was a rock solid race horse, and
his memory will withstand time, as
this stone will, forever.
And forever he will watch over his
broodmare band from his grave up
on the hill.