Romany LegacyA Poem by TrimarcoRansomeHe wore a ring around his neck A thong of shabby leather Sparkling light from the hunter moon Shone beams of highland heather This amulet of gold hung down A backdrop of weathered skin Gifted from his dying mother Charmed heirloom from his kin
“This ring is for your one true love You will know just where she stands You will see her radiant soul And will take her silken hand. You'll know, my son the time is ripe For you to release this ring You will feel it deep down inside When your heart begins to sing”
This gypsy man he sang and danced Traveled hard through miles of towns He kissed and loved the ladies And left them each half a crown. His vardo home upon the heath Of the bracken and the gorse Onward plodding his faithful cob His nose it plotted his course
With faithful friend the wind in his hair Absorbed in whistle and song He rides along without a care Seeks the next traveling throng. The road is long and time drags slow He tires of feeling alone Just odd vagabonds and freak shows Which he meets along the droves
“Whoa there boy!” he ups and shouts She stands there his true love fair Waiting there with radiant pout He looks into the lure of her eyes “I've been waiting for you my bride" "Come! You belong right by my side”
Kindred spirits they dissapear On through open hills and leas United after all the years Could not calm and set him free No longer does he need to roam All those cities and the towns Contented they bought a cabin With what he saved in half a crowns! © 2019 TrimarcoRansomeAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2013Last Updated on June 21, 2019 Tags: gypsy, love, enchanment AuthorTrimarcoRansomeSouthampton, United KingdomAboutBiography .Helen Trimaro-Ransome grew up in the Wiltshire countryside which hugely inspired her many creative talents and has remained working in creative fields during her adult life. After sitting .. more..Writing
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