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The Gypsy Dance Of Life

Last night I watched in silence

At the end of the road in forest deep

I hid amongst the trees watching in awe

As gypsies dance while others sleep

Under the violet hue of evening sky

Haloed by evening's golden moon

I watched gypsies dance and sing

As flames from bonfires leaped high in the air

Dark haired women in shawls and beads

Happily dancing and twirling without 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, singing joyful songs

Children laughing, dogs barking

As if they’re singing right along

Oh, I so wanted to join them as I stood watching in awe

Envious was I of their freedom and joy

 

Caravans painted in bright images and colors

Tambourines jingling as velvet shadows danced in the night

Skirts swirling, gold and silver bangles on their arms

Dancing 'round the bonfire's fiery light

Accordions singing, with happy notes from a fiddler's bow

As they sang and danced barefoot under evening moon

 

In the coming dawn once again...

It will be time for them to pack and move on

With a last meal served...

The caravans are readied to make another journey long

 

"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"

 

As their wagons move along dusty trails

They'll be looking for a place to camp

A place to call home... at least for awhile

A place to hang their colored paper lamps

Until...

Suddenly- a cry rings out

 

"Stop the wagons, ring the bells

We've found the perfect place

The perfect place for magic spells

Tomorrow brings a brand new day!

Let's feast, dance and make merry

Come on let's get things underway"

 

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 leave

Time to find another home

You must have gypsy blood

In order to survive"

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anne-p-murray-1
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Apr 10, 2013
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