I Am An Old Horsewoman
I wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I spend my social security on
beer and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay mare,
Across the moonstruck meadow
when my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I 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 as a best friend.
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes.
My version of a poem by Patty Barnhart captures the true essence of who I am and what is important to me.
Still learning at 1/2 century and will continue to learn. I love Art, making it and admiring those who can capture a soul in a stone. I love the innocent animals and children, without a voice of their own. I love the ocean. I love my husband and my own children. I love selfless people who trust in the Universe to unveil tomorrow as planned.