True gypsy
Child to woman
of the road.
A life
smelling of woodsmoke.
Untamed wayfarer
wild as the wind
hard as rock.
Upholder
of the old traditions.
Traveller
unburdened by time
unwearied by inclement weather.
Steeped in the priority
of loving horses
and all things natural.
Vagabond follower
of the hearts directions.
Dance partner
of Mother Freedom.
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© Patricia Wilde 2015
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Sun 22nd Feb 2015 19:01
Thanks all very much.No probs Rose re getting back on here to Michael,to who we say-good luck with the fresh start!Autumn,we live in Rossendale which is quite a rural area,and that smell is everywhere hereabouts in the winter.Saves a fortune on central heating bills!Thanks to you Mother Dye.I hope you are able to 'cornbeef' your shapely shins in front of a loggy fire with Benji on your knee? Regards to Colin of course. Cheers again folks.xx