By Henry Birtles

Spinning on its own Axis, where seas of silk lap graceful shores,

A world like nowhere else exists

Where quintessential currents run and elegance and power converge,

And tales of timeless greats are spun and showstoppers emerge

A world for all to celebrate; light years away from ordinary

A world which deftly radiates its realm; and bows to the extraordinary

Where earthly rigours found outside and lived outside are left outside

And wishes wished are realised through all the finer tastes this land will grant

To let its spell enchant; to walk its walk once through those golden gilded gates

To gaze at beauty styled and beauty stitched on graceful form adorned

To know that bay imperious Horse immortalised and cast in bronze is Yeats

That headlines here accomplished render sporting moments starred

This Kingdom...smiling Green Coats kindly guard; this universe beyond three centuries old

Such elements, such pieces of a jigsaw wrought to mould this multi-coloured globe

A blazing beacon to the most majestic sport of all where heroes rise and heroes fall,

And Royal Ascot’s world stands tallest of the tall.

©Henry Birtles