Where I’m From


I am from motion pictures
From the voice of a box
I am from doors that are always open
From hallways of darkness
I am from floors of wonder
From window to window I can see

I am from lines of pavement and fields of green
From forests of leaves and bushes
I am from the golden crisped air
From the light blue ponds
I am from miles and miles of talkers
From acres of dead silence

I am from the armed services
From rockets and red glares
I am from Mike and Diane's branch
From caring and respect
I am from cousins and uncles
From South to East to North

I am from those moments
A sweet maple dip inside a tree
Only a hole can let it out

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