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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 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 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 flowers growing in the
gardens to the barn and show them the inside
of the stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel manure with hard-earned 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 the midnight hour with nuzzle
and nicker and patient eyes for the kind
of woman I will be when I am old.
~ Author Unknown
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