I've had a little training
Have been taught some social skills
But no one's banked the fire inside
That rages strongly still.
I've travelled the country over
Looking for a home
But my home's the one I left behind
Trying to make it on my own.
My mountains breathe along with me
My future there I see--
A wild-eyed mountain gypsy:
Mountaineers are always free.
--Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1986
This was published in CELTIC FRINGE M/A 1987