Gypsy of the Mountain
Carol A. Chester
Like a little moonlight.
Like to give a show.
Like a lot of music
In my soul.
Here I go….
Wanderin’, wanderin’
Barefoot dreamer
Fiddlin’ singer
Travelin’ onward as I roam
You can’t catch me
You can’t stop me
But you can
Watch me go.
Dancin’ like lightenin’
Crossin’ those mountains
Singin’ and shoutin’
Puttin’ some rosin
On my bow
Come on….Come on
This poem was reprinted from The Stonepile Writers’ Anthology with the Author’s permission. For information on how to order The Stonepile Writers’ Anthologies, click here.