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.