Gypsy soul…
Gypsy soul….
Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man.
Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are the sea.
Once I was alone. Love blessed me and now I have grandchildren to dance with till my ending.
Once I needed nothing, my Gypsy heart needed the long day, friendship near and abundance of laughter near.
I was born free of rules, borders and not bounded by the need to own everything.
I fell into the chaos of life, into the foolishness of war and I listen to the naysayers.
Today my old eyes, my old body know,
I am not done, we must seek the sweetest honey, places where love can grow.
Teach the children the song of the sea, listen to the wind.
To walk into a cloud and be blessed by the sun.
I feel my Gypsy soul and I know,
we are what we leave behind.
I pray my grandchildren remember, their grandfather danced with the sea and he loved them the most.
Dancing Coyote
Absolutely gorgeous
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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It’s a pleasure always dear friend
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So beautiful Johnnie… gypsy’s will be gypsys! 💖
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I agree dear Cindy and hello from Michigan. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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you’re so welcome J… my pleasure! 💖
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Oh! I love this. Beautiful & moving, John!
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Thank you dear Kristian. Good to have a Gypsy soul.
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I love that, John: Teach the children the song of the sea, listen to the wind. To walk into a cloud and be blessed by the sun. Such wisdom in the things you write.
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We are the teachers of the children my friend. They are watching us. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Absolutely my pleasure, John.
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The dance lives on as the sea does quench. Beautiful story John 🤗
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Thank you my friend and I agree. I appreciate the comment.
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