Gypsies.

by Steven Beesley   Feb 8, 2006


Gypsies:

A clearing in the woods
next to an off beat path
lay an encirclement of caravans.
In the center the glow of a bonfire.

From the distance you can hear the
echoes of the fiddles and the song
and dance of the gypsies.
Chanting their rustic melodies from long ago.

Happy with laughter, their voices
chasing through these dark woods.
Filling the night air with an ambience
where stillness has often stood.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Azure :)

    Awwwww, i like that poem it's just so different and well writen well done, ur a excellant writer * xxxxx

  • 19 years ago

    by sarah

    That was such an interesting topic, very creative! i really liked it you have a strong writing skill i really like it.. a new favorite for me :D
    take care, sarah

  • 19 years ago

    by Val

    It took me to the woods as well, i could even smell the smoke. what an excellent poem. well done

  • 19 years ago

    by Jay27

    This poem is simply awesome. Really, not just saying this. This has to be the best poem I have read on the internet on ANY poetry site for weeks.

    Very well done, sometimes you read a poem and wonder what the poet was thinking...or you try to imagine the scene...but I was there in the woods, I heard the music get louder as I walked closer, I heard the fiddles...the Romany language slang of the gypsies, even seen their dogs tied to their caravans. Very well done mate!

  • 19 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    I love this write Steven. great job.

    love Ann

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