Ode To The Red Horse
Hail to the new breed, long may it stand,
Born to the wind, the sun and the rain,
Wherever there is a task to be done,
Your story now beginning, will never be through,
Hail to the new breed, long may it stand,
(NOTE: This poem was anonymously written and published in the “Hoofbeats”, 13 May 1966, Cam Ranh Bay.)
Fashioned together by the master hand.
Strong and vital, warm and alive,
Destined for glory, you’re five, five, five.
Bred through the years from a vibrant strain.
Swift and so sure, you will finish your race,
Though burdens be heavy, never falter your pace.
You’ll always be there, the first, number one.
Though forces of evil be always close by,
You’ll get the job done, and hold your head high.
Its glories will live and always be new.
In the heat and the war of the tropical sun,
The legend of “RED HORSE” now has begun.
Fashioned together by the master hand.
Strong and vital, warm and alive,
Destined for glory, you’re FIVE, FIVE, FIVE.
