Dear "Lost In The Fog", by Lori C.

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• 8/19/2006 11:55 PM Cle for BARBARO wrote:
  Barbaro would like to dedicate Beverly Sweitzer's Poem and Limerick that he heard about over at Tim Woolleys. He appreciates all that Alex Brown does and besides eating Lael grass from home, looks forward to Michael's daily visits which brighten his day!
  "Truly amazed at how wonderfully thoughtful all these poems are," replied our Charismatic Boy (Dr.D's favorite nickname for BJ). And, "Could you please dedicate PERFECTION to Lost In The Fog for me? Thanks guys..."
  
  "PEFECTION" by Beverly Sweitzer
  (special dedication request from
  Barbaro to Lost In The Fog)
  
  I searched o'er all the world for one thing perfect.
  I looked at castles and kingdoms men erect.
  To every land and every clime I sought
  To see if somewhere perfection could be bought.
  
  I gazed at landscapes of many a land.
  Admired the seashores and cities of every demand.
  I looked at everything that man had made--
  Cathedrals and columns of every shade.
  
  I saw the bright lights of a beautiful city.
  I tried to understand but my heart felt only pity.
  For those, who thought perfection they could meet in the skyscraping columns above the street.
  
  I saw the works called art, in music, and in paint. But each carried the touch of man's sinful taint.
  I searched but a perfect one I could not find.
  In sorrow I vowed, nothing is perfect in humankind.
  
  Taking courage again in my search, I turned.
  To nature to see if there perfection could be learned.
  From the beauty of rivers and mountains and streams,
  But none of these held the perfection of my dreams.
  
  The glistening white of the snow, melts into spring.
  In fall, the leafless tree becomes and ugly thing.
  The blue of the sky, when clouded, turns gray.
  The blossoms of flowers only bloom in May.
  
  In despair I turned to my home on the plain.
  To find, in coat of burnished gold and black tail and mane.
  A horse in all degrees, perfection ruled supreme.
  The beauty of the stallion was the answer to my dream.
  
  I've ridden in magnificent golden royal coaches,
  Manmade monsters, but perfection none approaches.
  Machines of power and demons of space and speed
  Cannot match the grace and beauty of that racing steed.
  
  Oh, mount him to reach the goal of limitless length.
  A thoroughbred giant of muscle and strength.
  In all his magnificent glory, the indescribable king.
  He stands above the world, pefect in everything.
  
  Such faith and loyalty has spaced man's mind.
  Why then did God choose poor and sin-scarred humankind.
  I ask, in all this world beneath the sun,
  To be called the masters of such a one.
  
  By all the rules of heaven and earth,
  He must serve in bridle and saddle girth.
  He was made to run and he will obey
  With all his strength and power night and day.
  
  In all my wondering of the trackless years,
  In countless trips across the hemispheres,
  At last I found the race in which he could compete.
  Barbaro, perfection, there to find complete.
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• 8/20/2006 12:54 PM Wm & CL wrote:
  *****BARBARO's TRIBUTE TO LOST IN THE FOG***** by WM & CL Shaw & Bobby's Big Heart August 20, 2006
  
  Rememmber the good times friends have together.
  That's what helps endure all kinds of weather.
  Who knew what time her story would tell,
  As Barbaro gets better to bid farewell.
  He sees like we do that Lost In The Fog,
  Spend time with Greg Gilchrist & the family dog.
  
  While our Bobby enjoys more freedom each day,
  Grazing on grass and prize Timothy mix hay.
  He understands what it means for best friends apart.
  He whinnies so softly that you're just as smart.
  He'll whisper some prayers your pain stays at bay.
  Let His Light of Hope keep fears and doubts away.
  
  He knows what it is like to suffer the blues,
  He wishes so much better recovery cues.
  Though times may be tough in the weeks ahead,
  Maybe months left to rest in your special bed.
  Just enjoy your time breathing fresh air and love.
  Heaven's own gift to you from ALL His Angels above.
  
  Amazing grace how sweet the sound that
  plays a tribute for you,
  You were the best sprinter of any horse we knew.
  Until Barbaro came of age and ran along
  side your race.
  In sleep's dreams you'll relive Bay Shore's first place.
  2005 was your winning year with Eclipse Award.
  Spending quiet times with your trainer
  is more reward.
  
  Why do you mean so much to Greg?
  Is a horse more than speed of leg?
  What makes Barbaro and Lost In The Fog the same?
  Are they not greater than horse flesh by name?
  Why do we find it so hard to understand,
  The answer stares squarely upon one's own hand.
  
  A horsewhisper for Barbaro can clearly foresee,
  These two extraordinary horses are like you and me.
  That's what Gilchrist knew all along,
  when Lost In The Fog won more than furlong,
  "This horse is like a brother to me,"
  Replied Greg to ESPN and Horseracing TV.
  
  Continuing Lost In the Woods tribute he finds,
  These immortal words that might change others' minds--
  "More respect for this horse than most people I deal with"
  "If he were human...you want to be around him"--no myth.
  It will be a tough time for him to bear,
  While Lost In The Woods gets top home care.
  
  Returning to Golden Gates Fields Sunday mid-noon,
  Barbaro sends his best wishes to be with Greg soon.
  The two will find time like Mike Matz and Barbaro.
  The bond between trainer and horse beyond high and low.
  Let us not shed sorrowful tears today,
  Rather rejoice in their union as we pray.
  
  If there's something to learn when all's said and done,
  Barbaro's Champion spirit sends blessings to everyone.
  "Celebrate each day as if it were you're last"
  "Take nothing for granted in the present or past."
  "Find joy in the day's moments shared together with you."
  Barbaro whispers, "dearest Eclipse Sprinter like Seattle Slew.
  
  So with horsewhispering wisdom left here to see,
  "May you be as pampered like they do
  me at NBC."
  "Your groom Pascual Garcia will caress you with love."
  "Just as Seabiscuit, Your Honor, Secretariat above."
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• 8/20/2006 1:48 PM WM & CL Shaw for BARBARO wrote:
  **TRAINER TRIBUTE TO MIKE REA**
  
  by WM & CL Shaw & Barbaro's Big Heart
  
  (August 16, 2006 Dedicated to Lost In The Fog, Greg Gilchrist & Mike Rea, & Michael Matz families).
  
  
  Loving husband, horsetrainer, father, family man-
  Getting stronger improving as you can!
  
  The Lord's light surrounds you
  easing your family's mind-
  The Lord's love protects you-
  helping you and friends unwind.
  
  The Lord's miracle continue your healing-
  His arms wrap around you whatever you're feeling!
  
  Under His protection, you always will be-
  While His Miracles continue in you to see.
  
  Another good day closer coming back home-
  Therapy allows you to walk better to roam!
  
  Lord's and His Angels presence watch over thee-
  Your family's updates bring joyful news about ye.
  
  God's Love, Light, Protection stay here-
  Rest now, enjoy His Power erasing all fear!
  
  May each day bring forth joyfully great news-
  Keep walking stronger after putting on shoes!
  
  May our Lord's miraculous grace-
  Allow coming home to your family's place!
  Heal Mike - pulling for you to win your own race.
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