In the early morning stillness, <br />I sit on the beach of life. <br />Beyond the foreboding mountains <br />near the life giving watery shore. <br />Feeling deserted by the world <br />when a band of gypsies stopped along the way. <br />Asked if I was lost <br />on my life’s quest. <br />I replied I was not sure. <br />Come and join us <br />as we seek our fulfilment <br />across the life giving waters <br />and life’s sifting sands. <br />So I joined the band of gypsies <br />as we travelled in all four directions of this world. <br />From the fiery morning mountains <br />to the cold caves where demons hide, <br />along the streets stained with sin <br />to find where our destiny might hide. <br /> <br />8 June 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-band-of-roaming-gypsies/
