A Wanderer's TaleA Wanderer's TaleThe old man stopped upon the top of the hillAnd looked out over the vast green heathHis knees and ankles growing stiff and stillHe had come a long waya very long wayThe gypsy woman, runaway from homeShe wandered far away from her fatherlandBut "Which lands would be her next to roam?"Was her only wonder as dawn rose from darkThe young girl had just given him the slipThe shackles on her arms clinked like chimesHow ironic the sound, she pondered for a nipThen continued on her newly destined pathThe wild rabbit had just risen for morningCome out cautiously from its cozy little burrowBut only to