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Gypsy Fires
Gypsy fires burning bright.
Flames leaping higher in the night,
And Gypsies dancing hand in hand,
The free est people in the land.
Their sparkling eyes and rings of gold,
Mesmerising villagers who behold,
The flashing smiles and pearly teeth,
Showing jewelled qualities beneath.
No people kinder or more loyal.
Simple folk linked to the soil,
But also linked to skies above.
Magnificent Eagle, soft Turtle dove.
Spanning the spectrum broad and wide.
Tripping lightly from side to side.
‘Til resting in the moon's sweet bower,
They sleep away till sunlit hour.
Then rise again with souls so wise,
And learning there for all men's eyes.
poem
by
Rosi Caswell
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