a self-reflection |
"This Gypsy Gal" This gypsy gal, dances to the beat of road music, honoring the heart of pathways and the spirit of footpaths leading home. This gypsy gal, bows in thanksgiving to towering tree stands and leaf sounds within familiar and fairy-lived forests; carries a river stone, and admires tiny pebbles in meandering creek beds; takes rest in colorful fields and meadows, under bluffs and craggy cliffs. This gypsy gal, alone in search for ancestral tribal names bound to be reunited and rejoice in the homecoming. Along the way, found comfort in Sun's warm embrace, Moon's lighted lamp, and North Star's guiding way. This gypsy gal, journeying home; considers short and tall blades of grass, flower petals, and waves of grain; partakes refreshment from rich berries and drinks from cool streams teeming with nourishment; writes lyrics to tunes of chatter and chirps nearby, and far off echoes of barks, growls, and haunting howls. This gypsy gal sings a song of solace, and dances to the beat of road music; discovers wherever I am, I am already home. line count 35 Inspired by Phillip Phillip's song, "Home" |