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.