Gypsy wind blows
again pack my things
off I go...
Where I lay my head
is as always
reflecting
my comfort
of home.
Hills and valleys, mountains to climb.
Somewhere I will find it,
that place to rest
this heart of mine.
True that it has been
a long , long time
I know that I will find
that solid ground,
Gypsy Wind , I will follow it again.
This life has followed
the flow of the rivers...
as they reached the cove
From the Sebastian inlet ,
right down to the Gulfs Crystal sea.
Where I have watched ,
danced with the manatees.
Joining in Bliss
longing for some
magical kiss.
While this Gypsy wind
carress' my skin.
Author notes
Photo by my brother John P. Howell
Comments
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Wow !
Loved this piece ... it seems very spontaneous and inspired. Great flow and interesting use of words !
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Tony, Thank you for you kind comments
Honesty seems to flow, you are as always my inspiration.
Cyber hugs,
Cheryl
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