Gipsy winds painted caravans
Horses that shine like shoe polish
A way of life that many frown upon
others secretly wish they had
I am talking about true Romany pride
The open countryside they leave clean
like the homes they live in
to be caged by four walls
a death sentence
much the same as it was
for the American Indians.
I would love to go back to a time
when we take only what we need,
to run wild with the buffalo
and live free with nature.
Not just in small increments.
To chase that open road.
Alas, I can only dream…