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The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.


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  1. Date: 1/10/2014 3:27:00 PM
    - What a woman you are describing here. - Power, magic and enchanting .... loved and admired - Mysterious and exciting .... a really wonderful poem,Cheryl !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 1/10/2014 9:53:00 AM
    Very powerful work here! Were you referring to the "Mystic Rose" on poetrysoup? Peace & Love Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 1/10/2014 12:08:00 AM
    Really she has filled the place of Linda Marie, the sweetheart, Cheryl

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 12:32:00 PM
    Interesting work telling about the Gypsy customs and heritage..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for the visits to my page and the congrats on my placing in a contest..Sara

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 9:59:00 AM
    wonderful words near to the heart and soul ,full of beautiful images I hope you the best

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 7:06:00 AM
    A wonderful tribute, I am so glad two of my fav poets love each Light & Love

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 6:25:00 AM
    Oh Cheryl, you made me shed a tear of happiness, how can I thank you for this, I'm just going to close my eyes, and offer up a prayer of gratefulness, for you, and you're tender heart, Mille Grazie, in Italian it means, a million thanks, if I were where you are, sending u a long distance hug, xxx

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 12:30:00 AM
    Well Cheri I feel that I am learning a lot about the Gypsy kind from you. I did not know they had a wise Magi too. They treat there old with respect it seems. Perhaps the so called civilized world shout treat their old people with more respect. It is marvellous reading this stuff. Wgen I was a kid in England I had a Gypsy friend. He seemed to have a mystery about him that few people have got. Thanks for the read, My friend....Peter

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 12:24:00 AM
    Wonderful to read of treasured goddesses and time when women's wisdom ruled the day and with justification. We're the poorer for having forgotten this, and so we labor under leadership that pales in comparison to ones like Mystic Rose. Thank so much for writing this.