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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GYPSY MOTHER, by ISABEL NEILL Poet's Biography
First Line: Hers never was the quiet way
Last Line: She calls her children still.
Subject(s): Gypsies; Mothers; Gipsies
First Line: Hers never was the quiet way
Last Line: She calls her children still.
Subject(s): Gypsies; Mothers; Gipsies
Hers never was the quiet way
Of ordered house and polished spoon;
Our gypsy mother danced for us
Beneath the laughing autumn moon.
She led us to deep forest pools;
She pointed out the birds in flight;
We sang together in the snow
And sought the stars throughout the night.
Though dust might gather, tasks be left,
She walked our every childish way.
Silent and sure, though now unseen,
She treads our older paths today.
For when the wind is wild with song
Or autumn waltzes on the hill,
From every lovely, lilting thing
She calls her children still.
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