When I am 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 white wine and carrots, And sit in my alley-way of my barn And listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night And ride the old bay gelding, Across the 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…
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Posted on February 19, 2009 at 10:42am —