Not a Gypsy a Hippie
I fancy myself a gypsy soul because I love
To wear flowing tops, bell-bottom pants, and
Necklaces. I used to wear bracelets, but had to
Take them off to type comfortably.
Do I travel though? No. No gypsy caravan for
Me. I do not want to leave my house. I am safe here
In the country, there is no where I would rather be.
People invite me places, but I do not go. I am safe
Here with my man, and my animals.
A gypsy soul? Not really. More like a hippie soul.
Except I am a carnivore, who likes her chicken and
Her beef. I am a countrified woman who is at
Peace here, in my tree-sheltered world, a
Sanctuary with orbs I can photograph in my gardens
On a regular basis. A magical world, and I am the queen
Among lilacs, roses, buttercups, snapdragons, and
Azaleas all planted by me.
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