Gypsy Vanner (take two)

Mate Irish Cob with Friesian flare

Unmold a Gypsy Horse

Her equine form with flowing hair

Too fabulous of course

She is the image cast in flesh

Of the gypsy heart

Of freedom lived out on the land

Mysterious, apart

With piebald hide and feathers flocked

She looks prepared to fly

A horse of beauty, grace and style

Of Romish Pegasi

Most are draw by flashy moves,

Her beauty in abundance

Belies the effort just to live

'Mid cultural redundance

Flamboyant mane of feature length

So artfully disheveled

A fashion statement born and bred

Her beauty rarely rivaled

Exotic features blur the fact

She works to pay her way

When she's in harness, duty bound

Her dance is not for play

More than just a beast to work

This piece of tinker's pride

All dolled up becomes a throne

For Gypsy princess bride

When cleaned and primped, with mane in plaits

And shiny from massage

Not just a floozy dance hall girl

She's gaited for dressage

But she shows best when off the lead

Full tilt, her flags afly

Admired from afar so far

I'll ride one by and by

Richard Higley © July 2012