Gypsy

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    Gypsy

     You know that I am sunlit water
    although mysterious moonlight
    paints my path

    The sand and I are always shifting
    following the silver stars
    My lullabys are sung by seagulls
    and I tell time by whipporwills

    You may think I am always leaving
    But I know I am always headed home

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Ryeter’s Poems (4)

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