Gypsy Yearnings Poem by Carla J Nelson

Gypsy Yearnings

Wanderlust is tucking,
At the gypsy in my soul,
I long to take to the open road,
And leave behind my woe.
I yearn to see the sky overhead,
Feel the grass beneath my feet.
Bask in the rays of a golden sun,
That prickles my skin with heat.
I hunger to sleep under twinkling stars,
While gazing at the moon on high.
To be awakened to a songbirds' choir,
And the shrill of an eagle's cry.
Yes, wanderlust is tucking,
At the gypsy in my soul.
I don't know where it beckons me,
But wherever - I will go.