Fw: When I Am Old

["lkgower" <jazena@kelp.net>]

Here is a neat poem someone sent me today and I wanted to share it. 
Lindak & AAce
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> When I am Old..... 
> 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 the 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 that I will be 
> When I am old.
> By Lou Cadwell
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