" When I'm An Old Horsewoman "
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on red
wine and carrots,
And sit in the alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer
night and ride my old liver-chestnut gelding
Across moonstruck meadow if my old
bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile and
nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn
And show instead the flowers growing inside
stalls fresh lined with shavings.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my
hair as if it were a jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all, who
have not yet found the peace in being free to
Have a horse as a best friend.
A Friend who waits at midnight hour, with a
soft velvet muzzle, a nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
~Author Unknown~