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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~ There are legends I've heard, old songs in the dark of the old folklore tales, and the old gypsy trails, where traveling caravans of rugged old wagons still echo, with longing, in valleys below... Where each treasured belonging, was packed in a hurry all the stories, all the worry, all the heartache would travel all the sunshine, and the sorrow, celebrations to marvel and dreams of tomorrow, were kept on the road.... The trail was a friend, and the loam was their home Their needs were quite small, They didn't expect, to be wealthy or rich. All the riches they had, were scarce and so few...but they knew that happiness could be the sun on your back, or a sky, wide and blue... Not much to expect, and not even respect... would be theirs to be owned. As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun, with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done... they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal, with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song and accordion tunes, would drift by the face of the moon On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun They rose with the dawn, and the gold of the past, wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task Working wherever a meal, and dollar would come Then moving again with their band until dusk over, and over and over again... Some called them tramps, or small petty thieves But the heart of the matter, was the love of the sun, the love of the life that came from the moon, from the stars, and the grass, and the rust of the leaves For those who encountered, and who gave them a chance could learn many things by watching them dance, and learn many things by hearing them sing, and pay close attention to how much they knew that fortune is something that comes from inside It comes with the pride, of knowing what matters The tattered, lost life of the old gypsy tribes .... might be the saddest of stories, or loneliest song... a song that has faded, that has dwindled and died.... _______________________________________ 5/18/12 101 in a ROW contest - 12 Sponsored by PD
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