Whip-Stitched Wild Horse Wallet Poem by Bryan Atneosen

When I was 5, I had a whip-stitched cowboy’s wallet
I imagined every good-guy had the same kind too
The horse had eyes as wild as fire
With a raging spirit that only good-guys could subdue

Whatever happened to that wallet is a mystery
Every wallet after, was only brown, or black, or blue
None will ever measure-up to the wild one
However shiny, however full, however new

Bryan Atneosen © December 8th 2013