A race of women...

by Pamela Brezinsky July 5, 2022

While preparing for my 2 month trip across country "many moons ago," I happened upon a poem that was as if it was written for me. It became the 1st page of the 3 albums from this Epic Roadtrip:

There is a race of women that can't fit in,

A race that can't sit still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

And they climb the mountains crest;

For theirs is the curse of gypsy blood,

And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight, they might go far;

Because they're strong, brave and true...

But they're always tired of the way things are,

So they seek the strange and new.

Truman Capote

Or so I thought... It turns out he may have somewhat "modified" it (for me I like to think)! I have since learned that Robert W. Service was the author of this fine poem and not only is it slightly different ~ there's way more to it... I hope the Roadbum in you appreciates it:

There's a race of men that don't fit in,

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

And they roam the world at will.