Split Personality

I take a book out to the barn. I sit in the sun. I watch the green trees against the blue sky. I listen to the horses chew their breakfast hay. I drink my morning Coke. I pat the dog. I smell the hay, and wood, and grass, and dirt of a barn. My barn. It is enough. I am happy.

My inner jump rider howls in frustration.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

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Categories: Barn Life, Horses

2 replies »

  1. Do you contradict yourself? Very well, you contradict yourself. You are large, you contain multitudes. With apologies to Walt Whitman.

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