When I Am Old, I Won't Wear Purple, But..........


When I am old....

I shall wear diamonds

And a wide brimmed straw hat

With silver and leather on it

And I shall spend my social security

On white wine and carrots

And sit in the alley of my barn

And listen to my horses breath.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summers night

And ride the sorrel colt

Across the moonstruck meadow

If my old bones will allow.

And when people come to call, I will smile and nod

As I walk them past the gardens to the barn

And show, instead, the beauty growing there

In stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will learn to shovel and sweat and

Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel

And I will be an embarrassment to all who look down on me

Who have not yet found the peace in being free

To love a horse as a friend.

A friend who waits at midnight hour

With soft muzzle and patient eyes

For the kind of woman I will be

When I am old.

Unknown Author, Submitted via e-mail from Margaret Venable, Fantasy Ranch, Boring, Oregon



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