Lemurian City of Ladies

The Song of the Urban Gypsy by Gail

Posted in Gypsy Caravan by gailkav on September 18th, 2006

I think of the old days,
Remember the old ways
As I join the crush on the train.

I still hear the wheels creak,
Still hear the wind speak
As I wait for the bus in the rain.

I still smell the wood smoke.
Still touch the wild oak,
As I trudge up the company stairs.

I still sing the old tunes
dream of the full moon,
As I sit in my hard office chair.

Another day in the rat race,
Another hour at the coal face,
Will wither my spirit to ash.

So its throw off this load for me,
Back to the road for me,
I’ll not trade my freedom for cash.

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  1. Heather Blakey said, on September 18th, 2006 at 11:25 am

    This has a Paterson feel to it Gail. Wonderful really!

  2. jan2 said, on September 30th, 2006 at 8:17 am

    Good for you - well, the person in the poem who won’t be tied down to the daily grind.

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