Horse Ridden Only By The Wind Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

This horse with a briddle,
surely has a nice saddle.

This horse flies in the air
and then comes to the lair.

Who said things would be fair,
When two make a strange pair.

They get hands on each other's throats
and one is about to utter a loud croak.

The horse ridden by the air
now jumps to it's rhythms.

It neigh with a tune strange,
It awakens every neighbor.

The banging of doors weigh the riders,
Whose fists make holes on doors.

The game is up for life has declared,
a horse can never be a camel.
















Who said things would be fair,


Cushioned between soul and air,


Easy the saddle that sits on it


You see it and jump to its rhythms

If you sit on the saddle,


This horse neigh loud
It's neigh in discord

This horse neighs loud


Visitors wonder why it stubbornly


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and then stands in r he
And
and comes back and lays lair