Thursday, October 13, 2005

Little gypsy

I have a fantasy
To be a child who
Lives in a Gypsy caravan.
My backyard is the world.
My sleeping place is a little caravan
Filled with soft down covers for warmth.
The laughing creek is my water source
The crackling fire is my heat source.
The stars are my ceiling and
The road is the story that
Weaves a new adventure
Around every corner.

3 Comments:

At 3:05 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

I love this - especially the last four lines, which are quite true and brought a lump to my throat.

 
At 12:17 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Now , Luna you do not have to be a child to enjoy these pleasures.
I had some 5 years ago a small caravan ,one just made for 2.
I took it away on trips by myself for a few years ,not easy if one had not towed or backed a van into a site at a park by oneself
It is an adventure with people to meet and sights to see around each corner
Luna learn to do it before you are 60 and it can become a reality not just a fantasy
Those you meet on this journey can also be a reality out there .......3 cheers for your new adventure.
Lois (Muse of the Sea)
19/10/05

 
At 8:38 AM, Blogger Luna said...

Thank you Lois. I am working on attaining my own little caravan in the very near future! Funny how that works. :)

 

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