SONG OF FREEDOM

Riding Bareback

A SONG OF FREEDOM
I know now why men kept trying to fly.
I learned on my horse as the blue sky flew by.
Two became one, like harmony in song
Riding and striding and gliding along.
This music could never be placed on a sheet,
A splendid percussion of hoof and heart beat.
Her legs became my legs, and my arms her wings,
A song of freedom plucked on heavenly strings.