Dance Gypsy Dance!

The New Move


Someone’s sounded the bell in the old mission

Its echo travels across the sands

There’s a flurry alive in each household

A message to us living on these borrowed lands


It’s time once again, to pack and move on

The north wind is blowing a gale

The sun is just setting; our last meal has been set

By morning, a caravan ready to sail


I knew this peace couldn’t last

The cards never foretold it

Wonderful though it might have been,

A gypsy’s life is never really her own

Gather yourself, dance gypsy dance

Find a new home once again.


Under a grand tent, the families all gather

Share a meal, laugh, make music, and throw runes

They tell stories of old and share the good ale

They know morning comes all too soon


The morning brings more packing and traveling

New roads and new towns

Faces and haggling

Move on gypsies

Move on

Some think us crazy, others mysterious

All turn to watch us pass


Faces and faces

Some judging, some curious

The colors, the brilliance, the dirt

Some pray we move on,

Others see labor


I knew this peace couldn’t last

The cards never foretold it

Wonderful though it might have been,

A gypsy’s life is never really her own

Gather yourself, dance gypsy dance

Find a new home once again.


Wandering from place to place

Move the caravan wherever we roam

Until finally after three days and into the night

You hear a shout, “My gentle folk, I believe we’ve come home!”


Stop the wagons! Ring the bells! Start the fire, we’ve found just the place

A new home for our families, the river she bends and shelters our way

Hitch the horses; put the children to bed when they’ve eaten

Let’s feast once again, dance and make merry, tomorrow will be a new day.

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poetvix 5 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

Your poem is as graceful as the dancing you speak of. The imagery is beautiful but it is your words that pulled me in and made me feel as if I were right there amidst the clan.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Perhaps you are Poetvix! its a big clan...on the move again. happy to see you again! :)


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vietnamvet68 5 years ago from New York State

the old traveling Gypsy's I remember them well when they changed from the wagons to the streamline trailers they pulled around in the early 60's. Great write.

God Bless


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

thanks VV68, I don't remember any of that but I love to pull pictures from the old traveling "romantic" gypsy era when I go to write my gypsy soul pieces. Some things never change :) Blessings my friend.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

One of my favorite books as a teen was about Spanish gypsies. I can't remember the title but the heroine was a flamenco dancer named Oriana. I could just see and hear the dancing feet. I must wrack my brain for the title.

I love your poem and the illustrations are perfect! It is so touching. . . Hugs.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Beautiful poem and recount of the forever moving caravan of Gypsies. I must be one, I've had a Nomadic spirit all my life, I've lost count of all the apartments I moved into and out of in my youth and early adult life.

A wandering Poet I would have been, looking for a quiet place to pull my Quill and compose under a candle lit trailer as colorful as the ones you placed her on your hub. Loved this scribe, I can just see the flamenco dancer swirling and banging on her tambourine as she gives me a coy wink and blows this Poet a kiss. Hugs


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

It's good catching up with the traveling Gypsies again. You certainly have found your niche for telling their stories. I envy them in a sense, living free with an adventurous spirit. Enjoyed very much.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Nellieana, how wonderful to see you again. My gypsy spirit is coming to the forefront again as I'm preparing for another move. Some are easier than others, but the best you can do is dance and look to each as a new adventure. No sense in fighting it :) There are so many different emotions involved as we abandon one familiar place and start anew somewhere else. Excitement, trepidation, fear, wonder, being overwhelmed - I wish it were just as easy as closing the door of a cart, hitching it to a horse and finding a new tree to park under :) Hugs my friend!


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Saddlerider,

I didn't plan to be this way, but I ended up being a nomadic spirit who happened to be a writer who dreamed of a home - its funny I've wanted nothing more than that idyllic cottage tucked away somewhere by the stream so I could have the luxury to write in undisturbed peace and quiet. Its never been "in my cards". This will be the 29th move since I was 19...I'm so tired of moving. And somehow I manage to cart around a lot of stuff with me...I've gathered a lot of "treasures" along the way during my travels. I think I'm collecting things to fill that cottage when I finally do find it!

I suppose it is the nomadic soul and wandering spirit that brings us so much inspiration for our writing. Without the longing, observations of our world, the analytic minds always searching for answers - we wouldn't write the way we do. It makes us delve into the words and art the way we never would if we were content and living in that idyllic world.

I think I've had enough experience though - I could write forever on what I've seen and done. I'm ready to retire (to whoever is listening out there).

Hugs my friend.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Hi Ruby! Their stories are my stories...I guess I just use them to tell my story because it seems more interesting that way. Living free isn't always free...because you know when you don't own land, finding a place to settle and set up home is hard - you are depending on more or less finding somewhere you will be out of the way enough that you can live in peace, maybe even welcomed but so that no one complains because you have moved in. Gypsies weren't really a welcomed lot in Europe...but they had to live somewhere. We romanticize the life, like we do with cowboys and Indians, but life is harder than it looks. Like with most people...I guess. Hugs my sister!


jami l. pereira 5 years ago

Voted up awesome and beautiful , amazing how misunderstood their culture really is. I love to hear their stories and so recent is their television appearances and i had not missed an episode til recently . I loved this hub! thanks for sharing1


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Hi Jami, what television episodes? you must share...I didn't know of anything or I would have been watching. I gravitate to stories of gypsies because in my life I move so much and tend to be somewhat of an outsider and keep to myself wherever I go. Usually because somewhere inside I know that I won't be staying long. I'm still searching for someplace I can stay. I'm not sure the gypsies ever wanted to settle. I take my tambourine and my tarot cards with me though, and I never miss the Ren Fest wherever I am...so I guess a lot of my life is still off the beaten path. Thanks so much for the votes. Take care my friend.


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Katharella 5 years ago from Lost in America

Not all of our treasures are for keeping Erin. We treasure them while they are in our possession. I cannot name how many places I've lived in my life there's been so many, and I too have carried my life in boxes. Right when you believe you'll never move again, your spirit gets restless. You'll see in my page, how happy I am in the photo, my DEED TO MY HOME I wanted to grow old here, and this be IT. I saved antiques for a country home (photos in another hub) which I finally got my wish.

I believed FINALLY what is special. But I realized that I'll always keep only what's special to me, my dad's dog tags, mom's letters to me. A little golden lamb "for when I grew up and had a home" I've had since childhood. But this past few weeks I've spent packing things, deciding what will come with and what treasure will be sold! I was the stranger in my family, and I don't know why, I've never felt "at home" and not sure if I ever will. But we DO KNOW THIS FOR SURE, Mother Earth is our home and gives us all we need! We just gotta treat it right! I'm really feeling drawn to the black mountains this time, I feel the need for a FRESH SPRING. It's where the only peace I've ever felt is, maybe that's why I dunno! :)

No, true Gypsies never wanted to settle because if they're not on the go, their lives will feel stale, and their treasures would smother them. I've learned this the hard way.

When I first moved to NC. It's funny now, I was ready to load the truck before I'd unpacked the first box. My friend looked at me as if I was out of my mind lol :) And again this time too!

This is a beautiful hub with a lot of truth. Amazing photos.


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

Katherella,

Wow it sounds like you've moved almost as much as me! Maybe just as much, we'll have to compare sometime! My family takes lots of pictures so they have a running history...I find that I'm saving and carrying with me "things" that were given to me or that I've collected that remind me of people or places I've been. I agree completely that Earth Mother is our true home, and like you...I don't know if its that I'll never find "home" or that everywhere feels kind of comfortable but not "permanent" - I've never had the feeling that I was in a place where I could stay. I guess that's why I identify with gypsies so well. If I had a choice, my place to settle would be Colorado. That's the place I've felt closest to Mother Earth and like I belonged.

I'm so glad you like this and the photos...got the right off google images! Take care my friend.


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WriteitToday 5 years ago from Somewhere in France.

Like birds only Gypsies know the real meaning of freedom even if they are misunderstood by the majority.

When my mother said that the gypsy would take me away if I was bad I dreamed that it would become a reality.

Great writing :)


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Erin LeFey 5 years ago from Maryland Author

thanks so much WriteitToday! Did your dream come true yet? or did you find your gypsy in you? :)

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