I belong to the mountains
Though I love to travel and
See the world, this is where 
I will always long to be, this
Sacred place that rasied me
The place that has molded
Every fiber of my being

I feel most alive here, where
I can be my truest self, the me
That is wild and feral, and has
Always been; the me who shies
Away from noise, crowds, and 
Fast paced living; those things
Are not for me, not long term

I prefer the slow quiet of home
Wind rustling the leaves of trees
Cool water winding through a
Holler creek with wild blackberry
Brambles growing heavy with 
Fruist; dewy grass and packed
Red clay earth is where I belong