Gypsy Wandering Soul
The spirit of the gypsy
free as the wind upon the open road
Horse driven home on wheels
taking them where they decide
to rest their soul.
Families huddled by the camp fire
Story and tales shared from old
Hedgehog stew
simmering in the cauldron
Leftovers of grizzle and sinew
thrown to the pack of dogs to chew.
Musicians strike up an ancient tune
underneath the stars
with fiddles clicking castanets and guitars,
Young Gypsy girls dance and twirl
arms raised to the sky
With teasing flirting eyes
Dark skin long flowing black hair
showing off their wares.
Next morn at the crack of dawn
o the piece of green no gypsy can be found
the only sign they had ever been there
os the scorch marks left upon the ground.
'' Inspired by the wonderful poems of Gypsy's
by Cherl Dunn''
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
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