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True gypsy

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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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<Deleted User> (6895)

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

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Lynn Dye

Sun 22nd Feb 2015 10:46

Top poem, Patricia, love it! x

<Deleted User> (13516)

Sat 21st Feb 2015 23:58

Always dreamed of the romantic gypsy life, but living in the country is the second best thing. Wood smoke galore here in the winter. Lovely poem.

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sat 21st Feb 2015 22:41

pardon me guys,come back on to connect with Mikey for a min.

Mike,your 'better news' has made my day!
Now get those fucking boots on..

..and get Yorky Dales yomping!x

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 21st Feb 2015 22:29

Hi guys,

I moved out of Greater Manchester. About time to you may say. You know me, I been a struggler for years but now, I am feeling a little bit clearer in mind due to the move.

I am in the Skipton Area of North Yorkshire now at the foot of the Yorkshire Dales. I could cry tears for how much better i feel. Still, my heart goes out to those in the city who I know run the gauntlet every day just in hope of survival.

But getting to this piece, aye, following these old traditions I hope they never die. And it's fitting reading this piece in my current surroundings as most folk here burn wood for winter fuel. When you walk outside you can smell the wood, which also reminds my wife or her hometown of Durban SA.

While some would balk at leading a life like this, the romance of a true gypsy woman from our mythical understanding always seems a damned sight more passionate and truthful than how we live.

I hope they make it through.

Best wishes you two and much love.

Mike

xx

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sat 21st Feb 2015 22:19

can almost smell the wood smoke guys.
Top piece Patricia!x

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