Gypsy Boys


Our Poem

At a spanking trot they come up the lane
With tousled hair and flowing mane,
The coloured horse, the pride and joy
Locked in the heart of each Romany boy,
To race them one day the ultimate thrill
On road or heath with prowess and skill.

Verse by Mary Lascelles

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