More Members Poems
WHITE WATER
From Wildman
The river is wild yet peaceful
The wind is in my face
I can hear the voice of the river
My grip is firm in place
I feel the strength of the current
As it pulls me from side to side
My knees are locked in tightly
It’s a rough and rocky ride
Ahead I see still waters
My heartbeat starts to slow
I’ll ride the river again someday
It thrills my very soul
DISILO
By Jean Hope
Disilo is breaking, another night is done
Disilo is breaking, here comes the morning sun
I think I'll go out hawking, I hear my father say
To try and take some vonger and sell my rugs today!
NOBODY'S DAUGHTER
By Rita Light
I 'm nobody's daughter, the reason you see
I've now lost both parents and alone as can be
My father he died over twelve years ago
My Mum I've just lost her and I miss them both so
Brought up in a family with so much love
Of that I really can thank God above
A Gypsy child is really so blessed
By having a childhood that's really the best
I loved them so much and the pain is so bad
If only I could have back my Mum and my Dad
They loved me so much and protected me so
Oh! Please God above, why did you let them go
The memories I have are all so sweet
Like when they called me their "Baby girl Reet"
If one thing in this world I wish I could alter
It would be to say that I'm "Somebody's daughter
THE TRAVELLER
By Francis Allen
From city, town or village green
Under the stars where life is free
Come my friend, yoke up your horse
Let's hitch up and then go forth
Oh! What a joy it is to roam
And have a vardo for a home
A home on wheels is my delight
Pulled by a horse with all it's might
Doing hard work for little pay
To help us get through every day
Some days here, some days there
Living life without a care
From dawn to dusk we work our way
Over hills and dales and far away
When sitting by the firelight glow
Thank God for what we Travellers call home
With horse and cart, love and care
We’ll work our way to Appleby Fair
This ancient town of Travellers’ joy
Where old friends meet, both man and boy
With whippet, lurcher or greyhound
Through the fields we hunt around
If we catch a rabbit, it’s a winner
It means we have tomorrow’s dinner
For day by day as we grow old
A Traveller’s life is just like gold
Like trinket, jewel or precious stone
Life is sweet if you can roam
When tired and weary and past my best
And God calls me on to take my rest
I hope in Heaven I can roam
And have a vardo for my home
Then when in death my living soul
Will never reach the end of the road
As I lie and wait for God to say
“Come on chaver, it’s Judgement Day”
