Little gypsy
I have a fantasy
To be a child who
Lives in a Gypsy caravan.
My backyard is the world.
My sleeping place is a little caravan
Filled with soft down covers for warmth.
The laughing creek is my water source
The crackling fire is my heat source.
The stars are my ceiling and
The road is the story that
Weaves a new adventure
Around every corner.
posted by Luna @ 5:47 PM
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3 Comments:
I have always had a fantasy like this too Luna and you know, here it becomes a reality and has now filtered in to my dreams.
Until two years ago I had spent the previous nine travelling and living in a motorhome, so I know a little of the freedom the gypsies experience every day.
Vi
I just adore your art work, luna.
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