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
This is so wise and I love the concept of dancing with the sea. Lovely poetry, John. 🙂👍
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Hello dear Carolyn. Our best days, dancing with the sea. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Really an impressive and inspiring poem, John!! I loved the wisdom of your words. They spoke to my heart!!
Chuck 😊✨🎁👍
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Thank you Chuck. We need to stay young in heart.
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Yes, I so agree to that! Staying young at heart is part of the secret of staying happy!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, John!! Have a great day!
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