Where I come from

  I am from hard workers night and day,
  To pay and pray.
  I am from fields of gold and green,
  To alfredo and German cuisine.

  I am from dark and light,
  From Martha and Richard.
  From the walk it's and talk it's,
  To actions and word's.

  I am from orange and blue
  with the stallions stampeding through.
  From maroon and gray ready for a fight,
  To purple and gold on a Friday night.

  I am from food on the go in the mornings,
  To the run and ball in the nights.
  From the games we play,
  To the jokes we say.

  I am from starting fights,
  To making it right.
  From making mistakes,
  To making good decisions.

  I am from the cousins suffering a disease,
  To sisters and brothers happy and healthy.
  I am from the sad times where my father passed away,
  To the the good times when I remembered my father.

  I am from the times that were rough when my mother had left me,
  To the times that were smooth when my grandmother took me in.
  From the times that tears have fallen from my heartbreaks,
  To the times that laughs have boomed from my family and friends.
  On my dresser in a tiny box,
  Lies a ring that reminds me of air and heights.
  I remember everything that's been set into motion and
  I now know what I see,
  I am from the Hinkle tree.