More Members Poems

   SPIRIT OF THE EAGLE

 

  By Wildman

  If I were an eagle
  I’d surely fly away
  I’d fly off to the mountains
  And that is where I’d stay

  I’d soar out over canyons
  I’d reach out for the sky
  I’d live a life of freedom
  Where there is no sense of time

  No rules or regulations
  These things I would not need
  I 'd live in peace and harmony
  My spirit would be free

  Yes, if I were an eagle
  I’d surely fly away
  High up in the mountains
  Forever I would stay

    COME ALONG
  By Jean Hope

  Come along with me
  Take a stroll down an old dirt track
  Meander where it goes
  Either side, trees and hedgerows
  A blackbird singing his song
  Come along!
  Listen to the popping of the garse
  Neighing of the horse
  Nature is so alive, the bees gathering pollen
  The berries red
  The busy ants, the spider's web
  How good to be alive!
  Feel the sun upon your face
  A gentle breeze, not far to go
  See the field where the vardo once stood
  Oh! How good
  Happy hours of play, all day
  Now all a memory for me
  And for you to see
  Come along!
 
  COUSINS ON THE COMMON
  "Simensas aprey o kekkano musha poov"
   By Melchior Locke

  Did you see our cousins on the common at Corse?
  Two black and white ponies and a skewbald horse
  Rom in yellow dikklo, Romni in coloured skirt
  Open lot, Bow top, Reading - and a Mongolian Yurt!
  Kettle gently singing over a smoky yog
  Chavies noisily playing on a fallen log
  Raklos in ragged trousers, raklis in faded frocks
  Chestnut hair cascading, in untidy locks
  Local people pausing, just to stand and stare
  What are those Gypsies doing? They should not be there!
  The Romanies take no notice, The Gorgios look askance
  As Dadrus starts to kel o bosh and chavies begin to dance
  It all looked so natural, easy and carefree
  If only people 'Lived and let Live’, how happy we would be
  Soon the Travellers will be gone, no rubbish to be seen
  Except a heap of ashes where the fire has been!
 
  THE RIVER FAIR
  By Kaleb N. Reynolds (aged 13)

  As I drift down the river
  Ripples swish up on the sides of the canoe
  I pull the canoe up on the bank
  And build a fire to dry my shoes
  I start back down the river so blue
  I watch the robins dance on the bank
  They break into groups
  To dance in the sky
  Along with their neighbours the bluebirds
  They dance and fly around in the evening sky
  They dance until they can't dance anymore
  And they go to roost
  In a tall green spruce
  I watch them as I float down the river
  The river fair so blue