THE GYPSIES’ DOG

Beside the gay red caravan

All day I jog along,

Guarding the old grey dame inside,

And listening to her song.

As other dogs I watch at play

I long with them to be,

But still I have to jog along,

There’s no such luck for me.

For little is the food I get,

And long the ways I go.

I travel on from morn till night

O’er mountains high and low.

Nan Johnston Age 11

Tullygrawley School