Lemurian Gypsy Camp

Long long ago, we came
from the land of the lotus
and the laughing elephant God.

We saw no borders,
or in truth, we ignored them,
through mountain passes and lonely roads;
the stars our roof, the grass our beds.

Northwards we spread,
Growing the tribes,
picking up strays
Who followed us and needed to belong.

They chose to be like us,
to become one with the people of the road.

We are Rom, zigani, travellers,
our names are as many as our pathways.

We are the Travelling People.