[Fwd: CTR: Fwd: Think a few of us are almost there!!]

[Patrick Allen <jfhr@inetworld.net>]

RkyMtnHrse@aol.com wrote:

> I feel like I am here somedays!!
>
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> Subject: Fwd: [Fwd: (no subject)]
> Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 18:27:16 EST
> From: TKristl100@aol.com
> To: RkyMtnHrse@aol.com, BlazePony@aol.com, Suzrue@aol.com, WWApps@aol.com,
>      Appadaddy@aol.com
>
> really liked this one......
>
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> Subject: [Fwd: (no subject)]
> Date: Mon, 01 Mar 1999 02:41:28 -0600
> From: "C. A. Jordan" <brcrkrch@swbell.net>
> Organization: Bear Creek Ranch
> To: Allen Burkhart <bigdog@specent.com>, Becky Burns <micoponies@hotmail.com>,
>      Carol Kristl <TKristl100@aol.com>, Edie Lechliter <oxygen63@aol.com>,
>      ernest gene irelan <gi@lisco.net>
>
> Lee Schuler-Workman wrote:
>
> > 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 of my barn
> >                                And listen to my horses breathe.
> >                       I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's
> > 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.


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