| When I am an old horse woman, I shall wear denim and diamonds, And a straw hat that doesn't suit me, And spend my social security on white wine and carrots, And sit in the aisle of my barn, And listen to my horses breathe, I will sneak out on a Summer's evening and ride my old black gelding across the meadow, if my old bones will allow. And when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk to the barn, and show the flowers still growing inside stalls lined with fresh straw. I will shovel and sweat, and wear hay in my hair like a jewel. And I will be an embarressment to all who have not found the peace in being free to have a horse as 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 | 
