The click of shoes on concrete
Rings through the musty air
A few rays of sunlight
Hit the brightly colored jackets
The squeak of polished leather
And the saddle’s gentle thump
Boots emit a muffled thud
As the jockey leads his animal
Metal clangs on metal
As the iron gates are closed
A stifled cough, a quiet whinny
Impatient stamping on the dirt
The gun goes off with a sudden bang
The crowd cheers, the race is on
See the whirling mass of color
Hear the thundering of hooves