Post by Mary Ann on Oct 16, 2004 8:12:15 GMT -5
I love this poem!
When I am Old
Author Unknown
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 breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's 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 here
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.
When I am Old
Author Unknown
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 breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's 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 here
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.
