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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