07/01/2025
Chat GPT wrote us a poem to go with the stunning morning that was 'Magic Millions' on the Gold Coast 😆
Racing the Tide
Hooves strike the sand in a rhythmic song,
The shoreline stretches, endless and long.
Sprays of salt dance in the morning light,
As horses race with pure delight.
Manes fly wild, caught in the breeze,
Echoing freedom over the seas.
The ocean roars, its rhythm untamed,
A timeless race, no victor claimed.
Together they run, tide and steed,
Bound by the wind and unspoken speed.
A fleeting moment where worlds align,
The beach, the horses, the sea—divine.
