I am from the country,
From cookies and cinnamon,
I am from mud fights in the rain,
I am from kickball during a storm,
From snowball fights on a snow day,
From four wheeling on trails,
I am from climbing trees,
I am from the oak trees in the backyard,
From books and the little toy box,
I am from Donna's and Rosemary's tree,
I'm from the family that is crazy,
From the rednecks to the city slickers.
I am from bahumbug and sledding,
From the moon goddess,
I am from the sage burning,
I am from adventures in the woods,
I am from the screaming and breaking of plates,
From the slamming of doors and yelling,
From the walking away,
From the apologies and hugs,
I am from the love I share,
From the love I have for my boyfriend,
I am from the hugs and kisses,
From the nicknames,
From the little arguments,
To the sorries and the it's ok,
From the happiness,
But in the end I am from love.

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I Am From
ПоэзияJust memories of my life. Hope you enjoy my little poem, it is my first poem