gypsy

I’m a refugee from childhood, my heart is a wandering heart,

I’m a nomad in a foreign land, new spices in my mouth.

I’ll pitch tent in the desert, I’ll pitch tent in your heart,

We’ll walk a hundred miles north, I’ll run a hundred south.

I’m a refugee from childhood, my heart is a wandering heart.

American Gypsy

2 thoughts on “American Gypsy

  • April 11, 2013 at 2:11 pm
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    This sounds like a song!

  • April 16, 2013 at 7:19 pm
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    That’s a wonderful picture to go along with the poem.

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