gypsy lane

Poem by: dreaming of you

Summary

on the outskirts of pontefract , where the villages merge with the countryside , a long long leafy lane runs off into the farmlands and nature walks . once every year , a very elderly gypsy lady , would arrive in her horse drawn caravan and set up shop , people from miles around came to have their fortunes told .

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Submitted: March 25, 2009

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the sweet scent of lavender

in the hedgerows as i walk

a red fox dashes for cover

in the hollows in the cliffs of chalk .

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in the old oak acre

smoke spirals into the atmosphere

the green and gold of her caravan

tells me gypsy rose is here .

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wild raven hair

and smiling dark brown eyes

she beckons me with her finger

to disobey would be unwise .

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she may be very elderly

but i know she'll bring me luck

if i go fetch her water

from the famous friars brook .

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i struggle with the heavy bucket

but i do not spill a drop

i bid the lady ''farewell'

but she insists i stop .

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she takes my hand in her hand

and in silence reads my palm

my heart pounds like thunder

but i know she means me no harm .

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then she narrated a story

that did'nt seem to make sense

what does a ten year old know of heartbreak

or its dreadful consequence .

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but i was to remain faithful to my convictions

and true love would find me

the purple of the lavender

held the clue to my destiny .

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my grandma told me romany gypsies

were fantastic at reading future sign

and the sweet and tender rosie

had just predicted mine .

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i  had so many heartaches

as into  a man i grew

but forever love eluded me

until darling i met you .


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gypsy lane

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on the outskirts of pontefract , where the villages merge with the countryside , a long long leafy lane runs off into the farmlands and nature walks . once every year , a very elderly gypsy lady , would arrive in her horse drawn caravan and set up shop , people from miles around came to have their fortunes told .
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