The Gyspy (A Poem by Peregrine)

Here's a little poem Peregrine wrote this morning for school. We were looking at a painting and he thought this up on his own; I didn't ask him to do it. I helped him with a few lines. 

The Gypsy

by Peregrine (age 7)

The Gypsies come and the Gypsies go

Whether it rains or whether it snows.

And hardly anybody knows

What they have and what they know.

Then one day a Gypsy small

Came from his old wagon tall

Asking for a bit of food

And as I was in a pleasant mood

I gave him some of the family bread

Then with a thankful heart he said

“Thank you very, very much

For giving me this little lunch!”

He reached into his pouch of things

And from it he pulled a golden ring.

With joy he handed it to me

And it was a pleasure to see.

Away he went, the Gypsy small,

Off again to his wagon tall.

And as he left he waved goodbye

And there was a twinkle in his eye.

And that’s all I know of the Gypsy small

Who went away in his wagon tall

As all Gypsies come and all Gypsies go

Whether it rains or whether is snows.

Author’s Note: As a young poet it’s hard to think up morals for the poems and think up the poems themselves; it’s hard to do that too. (But it can still be fun!) This poem was based on one of the pictures in our school lessons. I’m going to keep on writing poems for a long time. (That is, mom’s going to type them, and I think them up.) Adios for now, Peregrine