I love gypsies wandering vintage lands,
With Nature they are perfectly blend.
They may not have read the scripture,
Their vision civilization hasn’t blurred.
They see the light at the tunnel’s end,
They are the realized my dear friend.
Robustness is their hidden wealth,
They worry not about health stealth.
We may pride on our scholarship fake.
Them the genuine Nature educates.
What is our freedom with all strife?
With fettered feet and shattered life.
I would rather be a gypsy who sings
Of all the wealth that Nature brings.
You seem to be charmed by gypsy life, no doubt they are nearer to crude Nature than us, a good write about nomads.
A life of uninhibited freedom and unfettered thought with better vision learned from Nature and the ability to see light at the tunnels end make gypsy life covetable! Enjoyed the poem!
me too, so I won't be paying taxes, mortgage, utilities and others that these people are trying to collect from me
I would rather be a gypsy who sings than all the wealth that nature brings. good thought
The first read... and wordsworth came to mind with his nature sonnet THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US...where he laments over the shortage of time in man's life to enjoy the beauty of nature, he wishes exactly in the same vein in his times as you wished now: Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. V.Good poem indeed!
I would rather be a gypsy who sings Of all the wealth that Nature brings. beautiful write
A desperate introspection smeared poem.I like it and give 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what is our freedom with all strife. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.