That flashing speed and thrilling style,
oh Bobby could you run,
how much we loved to watch you,
as you made it such great fun.
How very soon you won our hearts,
you had that special touch.
If only for a moment,
you gave us all so much.
If we could take away that night,
you know we would, our friend.
If only you were here to show us
just what might have been.
We know somewhere in heaven
angels thrill and watch you win.
Racing oh so swiftly,
running like the wind.
racing at The Woodands in Kansas City.
One stormy night, Bobby fell, slipping into the rail, ending his short life instantly.
He was more than just a crowd favorite, and his loss was felt deeply by his racing fans.
This champion is proudly remembered in the Woodland's Hall of Fame.
When your racing days were over
with your heart still full of run,
how little did you know old pal,
the fun had just begun.
Now that you're a pappa,
with puppies lookin tough,
we've just got to tell you,
they've got that special stuff.
You've given us a legacy,
of racing days now gone,
but you won't be forgotten,
in our hearts you still belong.
We miss your gentle beauty,
that special style and grace.
The joy you brought to each of us,
with every single race.
You'll always be our champion,
your record still stands strong.
Old friend we won't forget you,
we're so glad you came along.
This poem was written as a tribute and given to his owner
on Blendway's birthday.
Right from the beginning
you really were so tough,
when it came to winning,
you never had enough.
Watching you as you rushed that turn,
we couldn't help but smile,
you truly were "the great one"
with that awesome style.
You were our brindle beauty
always coming through,
we still remember fondly,
when we think of you.
You're never here quite long enough
before careers must end,
we could have watched forever,
that quest for one more win.
