The Gypsy Dance Of LifeA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne Dance Gypsy Dance
Last night I watched in silence At the end of the road in the forest deep I hid amongst the trees watching in awe Under the violet hue of the evening sky Haloed by the golden moon
I watched the gypsies dance and sing As the flames from their bonfire leaped high in the air Dark haired women in shawls and beads Dancing and twirling without a care Casting their spells of magic and enchantment Performing their honeyed seductions Blended with aphrodisiacs of scent and sound
Gypsy men with kerchiefs around their necks Hoops of silver adorning their ears Children laughing, dogs barking As if they’re singing right along Oh, I so wanted to join them as I stood watching in awe I was envious of their freedom and joy
Their colorful caravans by fire light, Those velvet shadows dancing in the night Skirts swirling, gold and silver bangles Jangling tambourines, sorrowful notes from a violin As they sang and danced barefoot under the moon
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In the coming dawn once again... I suppose it will be time for them to pack and move on With a last meal served The caravans will be ready to make another journey
Wonderful as it may seem… A gypsies’ life is never their own Time to move on Time to find another home You must have gypsy blood In order to survive" ~~~ As their wagons move along the dusty trail They'll be looking for a place to camp A place to call home... at least for awhile... Until... Suddenly... a cry rings out... "Stop the wagons, ring the bells We've found the perfect place Let's feast, dance and make merry Tomorrow brings a brand new day!"
And so... The journey goes on... And never ends! "Gather yourself up gypsy girls Wonderful as it may seem… A gypsies’ life is never their own Time to move on Time to find another home You must have gypsy blood In order to survive"
© 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnneAuthor's Note
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anne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more.. |
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