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| The gypsy grai | |
| By meadowcroft1964 | ||||||
| 30 April 2008 | ||||||
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Hello there with this poem I'm trying to relay the strength of feeling gypsies have towards there horses. My husband would rather die that let anyone see him cry it's seen as a sign off weakness but his unable to stop himself when he loses a beloved animal. Grai happens to be the Romany word for horse. I wish to mention one other point I recently tried to join a creative class and was left feeling totally inadequate am I fooling my self that I producing something that others find interesting or not Would real appreciate true-full answer
Stood a gypsy boy with a old coloured grai
As I strolled through the gate
His hatred I didn't anticipate
As he stood and stared at me
I was ready to turn and flee
Then he turned away from me
I was forced to give out this plea
"Sorry son"!
"You know it's gotto be done son"
"You know that I'm right"
"He's given up on the fight"
"He's withering in pain "
"He'll never be the same "
"His racing days are done son"
"His end is soon to come son"
I couldn't help but hear him cry
As he said his last goodbye
So I hung my head in shame
as I pointed and took aim
B A N G ! went the gun
The deadly deed was done
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