Gypsies' Ode To The Caravan

Oh when the cold lurks past our doors,

we gypsies love your heated seats.

Stars guide our weary hearts,

better yet, headlights show the streets.

 

We journey together,

one heartbeat echo’s for all.

My people voice together,

next stop, the nearest mall!

 

Charms of wisdom and luck,

sometimes ward off ghostly creatures.

Your airbags come standard,

among other safety features.

 

Labeled as thieves just for trying to find water,

 canisters upon our backs in the burning sun.

Oh glory to the Caravan that comes with cup holders,

a Gypsies day can now be done.

Reviews

[williamisles]

You would have had to already be there in the mind to see it. IN their state of mind, they can see the one heartbeat that belongs to echo for all. The see the universe as one, a voice together. Abnormal is the normality that is unseen. They see the charms, and others see rocks. They can bring the Spirit with them while others may see them like they are a pagan. I'll read more. I cannot really score them, so mind not if I rate one.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was fairly amusing in content. And I caught the playful nature of the poet. Quite delightful actually.