When I am 52
I shall live on a farm in England
where there are cozy fireplaces on dreary days
and lovely gardens on sunny afternoons.
I shall wear slacks and flowy skirts with woolen sweaters
and drink lemon tea from a clay mug.
I shall rise with the sun to feed the ducks and sheep
and also to give the horse a left over apple.
I shall go to bed early, before it gets too cold
and I shall be warm under old quilts and knitted blankets.
When I am 52
I shall have a garden which shall yeild
cucumbers and lettuce and carrots and beets and tomatoes
and other such things
and I shall walk in the morning mist and pluck slugs from their leaves.
When I am 52
I shall own a llama.
