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

 

  Romany Road

  Recollections of Romany Life