Gelding Odyssey

Written By Matt Antis

Kick brushweed
And trounce toward a golden tower
The Nebraskan sun shines like armor
Guarding my winter meal

But stumble as dusk sighs
With whinny fraught goodbyes

I walk tall like the rider
And gallop away from paths I carved
From daily trots from pasture to barn
Irksome cattle lowing fades

I must find my own golden spire
In dimming twilight’s dying fire

I laydown in scratchy brush
The day has fled like bull and rider
Like tall grass after the harvest is gleaned
Piled out yonder, just for me

Copyright © 2022 by Matt Antis. Originally published by Inkjot Kingdom on December 1st, 2022.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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