14 JULY 1928, Page 18

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The Gypsies

THERE are no more gypsies on Forestside,

They are gone, with their caravans, With their lurcher dogs and their babies, And their clattering pots and cans.

They have left the rocks to the conies, And the pouting woodpigeons come, Under the bending beechen trees Where the gypsies made their home.

Have they gone to the lands of old romance, Are they out on the roads again, Sleeping under the hedgerows, Chased by the wind and rain ?

Meeting the winking, blinking sun, Over the rim on the down

Or, caught in the net of " a house to let " Have the gypsies gone to town, ?

KATHLEEN CONYNGHAM GREENE.