WHEN I AM OLD....
by unknown
I shall wear diamonds
And a wide brimmed straw hat
With ribbons and flowers on it
And I shall spend my social security
On white wine and carrots
And sit in the 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 dappled mare
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 flowers 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 muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
CHILDREN OF THE WIND
by unknown
He stands proudly, head held high
remembering long-ago yesterdays
when horses were children of the wind
when the boundries of their world
were limitless...
This timeless legacy rules his spirit
and though man may hold his reins
his heart will always belong
only to the wind
© 1997 SilverRoseFarms@juno.com
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