Come and hear the tambourine?
Come and join the dance!

Spinning silks in shades of light
Velvet dark as shadowed night.

Gold and silver buy your future?
Pasteboard cards with faded ink.

Caravans by campfire glow
Keeping secrets gypsies know

Restlessly, we go our way
We were not meant for hearth or town.

Whirling dancers with eyes like jet
Centuries have not tamed us yet!

Rie Sheridan Rose