Gypsy Storyteller

Our Poem

Kind and gentle, black and white each one had to be.
And just like long ago the chavvies rode them constantly.
When Biti Foci and Leprechauns came to share their dreams
And Chavilanos healed folk on the banks of bubbling streams
The grais were there beside them touched by the other world
And Romani Lore told secrets as smoke from campsite curled.


Verse by Mary Lascelles