Where I’m From


I am from the mountains
From crisp air devoid of humidity
I am from the fields
(Golden and waving in the breeze like a sunny friend)
I am from by the creek
Under the bridge
Whose imagination I have long forgotten
I am from Nintendo and well water
From the kept promises of Knudsen's to the honest McGhee's
I am from the wake ups!
And the grunts of a morning bear before coffee
I am from the rocks and weeds
With hours poured out of our hands
And responsibility riding our brow, sweat to wipe off
I'm from the I love yous
Family nights and playful banter
From the tractor in the pond
To the sea in our basement
And the crash on a lonely country road
My mind whirls and twirls
Long lost memories piled high as sand dunes
They sift through my fingers
Only some catching on the rough grooves that are me
I am from my family, because without them, I am from nowhere

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