Published by Sarah Uzunlar, ProMosaik Poetry  So Long Ago it Was - Sarah Mkhonza I sit at the end of the yard I see the true end of the string Long, winding it goes Leading my thoughts through the needle Sewing a spectacle called my life In a home meant to be mine forever Yet taken from me by time. I see the trees green and solid Painted in the space that shows We lived, loved and laughed there For we knew not that we were The thread that was held In the hands of the sewer turned time We walked into the mud puddles After the rains bare footed And felt the cold earth underneath. We heard the sounds after the rain Saw the sun creep into the valley Like it was afraid of the rainbow It stood high against the mountains Another day we would live to think of The day we wish to return to It is gone and only the mind Can take us there to see you Beautiful country of mine. Who said we would walk in exile? Who said we weren't in exile Our land bleeding with death People shrouded b...