More Members Poems
SPIRIT OF THE EAGLE
By Wildman
If I were an eagle
I’d surely fly away
I’d fly off to the mountains
And that is where I’d stay
I’d soar out over canyons
I’d reach out for the sky
I’d live a life of freedom
Where there is no sense of time
No rules or regulations
These things I would not need
I 'd live in peace and harmony
My spirit would be free
Yes, if I were an eagle
I’d surely fly away
High up in the mountains
Forever I would stay
COME ALONG
By Jean Hope
Come along with me
Take a stroll down an old dirt track
Meander where it goes
Either side, trees and hedgerows
A blackbird singing his song
Come along!
Listen to the popping of the garse
Neighing of the horse
Nature is so alive, the bees gathering pollen
The berries red
The busy ants, the spider's web
How good to be alive!
Feel the sun upon your face
A gentle breeze, not far to go
See the field where the vardo once stood
Oh! How good
Happy hours of play, all day
Now all a memory for me
And for you to see
Come along!
COUSINS ON THE COMMON
"Simensas aprey o kekkano musha poov"
By Melchior Locke
Did you see our cousins on the common at Corse?
Two black and white ponies and a skewbald horse
Rom in yellow dikklo, Romni in coloured skirt
Open lot, Bow top, Reading - and a Mongolian Yurt!
Kettle gently singing over a smoky yog
Chavies noisily playing on a fallen log
Raklos in ragged trousers, raklis in faded frocks
Chestnut hair cascading, in untidy locks
Local people pausing, just to stand and stare
What are those Gypsies doing? They should not be there!
The Romanies take no notice, The Gorgios look askance
As Dadrus starts to kel o bosh and chavies begin to dance
It all looked so natural, easy and carefree
If only people 'Lived and let Live’, how happy we would be
Soon the Travellers will be gone, no rubbish to be seen
Except a heap of ashes where the fire has been!
THE RIVER FAIR
By Kaleb N. Reynolds (aged 13)
As I drift down the river
Ripples swish up on the sides of the canoe
I pull the canoe up on the bank
And build a fire to dry my shoes
I start back down the river so blue
I watch the robins dance on the bank
They break into groups
To dance in the sky
Along with their neighbours the bluebirds
They dance and fly around in the evening sky
They dance until they can't dance anymore
And they go to roost
In a tall green spruce
I watch them as I float down the river
The river fair so blue
