I Am Old Now it happened in a little moment in 2011
When I am old I will run through the fields with my dogs and watch the skies for eagles.
I will cry when I look at the beautiful blue and white above because I can still see unused happiness in the clouds.
I will sit on a log and watch the blue heron land in the trees.
I will visit the sheep and watch my collies go bye and away
S.Cox – 2011