I like the riders, clad in rose and blue,
Their colours glitter, and their horses too.
Swift go the riders, on incarnate speed.
My thought can scarcely, follow where we lead.
Delicate, strong, long lines of colour flow, and all the people, tremble as they go.
Our Melbourne Cup Day was busy.
We made hats, created our horses, raced our horses then got our very own trophy!
