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"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 alleyway of my barn and listen to the 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 inside the 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 be 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
Ogalalas Story
ART PRINT - 32 x 26 in - $31.50
