There was a time quite long ago
When I was on a trip, you know
I’m sure it was in Ireland
I saw a gypsy caravan.
It filled a field of great expanse
I stared in awe at happenstance
The travelers were busy there
With tables, chairs and kitchenware.
Each one about seemed occupied
Their washlines full of laundry dried
As children and their pets ran free
Some tended horses I could see.
They gathered wood and were intent
Preparing for some big event
I only saw them that one day
When I returned they’d gone away.
I’ve often thought of their abode
And wondered why they chose the road
To have no base to call their home
And for their lives forever roam !