And this one appeared on the paper too

Your gait is long and strong
Your mane flows in the wind
You summon your courage, strength and endurance,
You are running to win.
You do not know what is at stake
Or what kind of hero you may be
Your only wish it to leave the others, hiding, inyour wake.
As your big heart thumps out your life-giving blood,
And your hooves seem to dance,
You would run forever,if you had the chance.
As your hooves pound out a rhythmic beat,
The crowd jumps up, screaming, to their feet.
Your rider and you are together as one;
But the race isn't over
You have not yet won.
As you get closer and closer to winning the race,
Behind you is an every growing space.
You pass the line with flying colors- - -
But you must look back to see the others.
They catch up to you and pass you by
Their wind whooshes over you- - -
They gave it their best try.
To the circle you go for you did win.
You have been born again
the Great Champion.