Monday, September 12, 2005

Gypsy Poetry

I no longer have a mother
Or a black-haired father.
I have been left alone
Like a fallen tree.

But that tree
Is not quite alone:
The cold wind blows
And touches its branches.

~anonymous gypsy poem written some time ago


At 8:13 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

A lovely, poignant poem. The gypsy life can be very hard, yet few of them would want to give it up. Thank you for posting this.

At 5:48 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...



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