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A Gypsy Summer
July 25, 2012
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Summer, for most, is the time for play;

But for the gypsies, it is also time to stray

From the newest town they call home,

The time to part, pack and roam.

Dozens or so in a single caravan,

They travel under shade and across beach sand-

The children attack the ocean’s green gleam

To hide from the merciless sun’s bright beams;

The youngest search for pink and white shells,

Today’s hunt and another day’s sell.

The women wade, their dresses clinging to their forms-

Beautiful to all as the men and fish swarm;

The unmarried flaunt their flawless tans,

Relying on the summer’s sun to send each a man.

They run and they leap until the day reaches noon;

They swim and splash until time for the moon-

It is full and bright, the softest of light,

Summer most peaceful in the blackest of nights.

They dance around flames though the heat is still high;

They sing to the stars, praising summer’s dark sky.

They worship this god who sends them the longest of days,

Professing their love for this season of play.

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August 3, 2012
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Enjoyed this work, a beautifully written story smile3

August 13, 2012
2:37 pm
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This has some great orignal pieces. The visual descriptions are the best. Great piece for the Summer Contest. Congratulations on a well deserved placement in the contest.

 

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