GYPSY HERITAGE

We come as we please
And we leave on the breeze
Away........

Distance
As an image of warm blue air
The hooch man denies seditious writhings
Coming in proud bursts of creation
Irrespective of soil or culture
Bursting thirsting creation
Heathen fertility
Haphazard geography 
Lust of life beyond life

Screaming gadgetry can cowards make
Tight cages can our spirits break
But love is broad and clean
Fickle and immortal
The soil from whence we came
Without permit or permission
With honour and with relish
The hooch man denies nothing
Not one word at all

And on and on
The fairground moves on
Away

                    By Phil Roberts

not new but apt

Reviews

[Érenn]

The imagery vivid, The line I liked most would be Lust of life beyond life. This has again turned out be such a smooth piece. Freedom, Survival, Pure emotions can be clearly inferred from the poem ^^ I loved it a lot.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you again! It's an old poem and a nod to my gypsy father, who I never knew but whose genes seem to affect me deeply :)

[Érenn]

It's truly a wonderful poem indeed and I think it's a great way to remember him by ^^

[Phil Roberts]

You're very kind :)

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Moving constantly and scenery always changing,
taking what is needed to make it through
Arriving in another culture
but only being there
to survive.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you, Josie. It's something genetic, I think :)

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You are welcome.