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Updated: March 2008

"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,

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 straw.

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 will not yet have found the peace in being free

to have a horse as a best friend,

A friend who waits at midnight hour

With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes

For the kind of woman I will be

When I am old.

~ Author Unknown

JANUARY 2002

WE'VE COME A LONG WAY BABY...