I am from…
I am from where small, plastic cups are fun, beatable children’s toys.
Where a shiny, silver, metal pot could be a small drum
Where the large kitchen sink could be seen as a baby’s bath tub
I am from where grandmothers live down the short, narrow street
Where enormous, leafy oak trees and old rotting, wooden swing-sets are found
Where your best friend for the rest of your life could be your older, fun-loving neighbor
Where you could end up getting married to you lovely high-school sweet-heart
I am from murky swamps, deep, dark rivers, saltwater oceans, and clear, freshwater lakes
From sitting on large, white front porches and drinking sweet ice-cold lemonade
From small, rolling tumbleweeds and friendly small town folk
From bright, busy, noisy highways and big backyard bonfires with friends and family
From a place where learning about heritage is just a day with nearby family
From having French names, living in historic buildings, walking upon battle fields
I am from hot, delicious homemade dinners cooked by friends and family
Where tiny, multi-colored, donut shaped breakfast food is a tasty snack
Where we would jump over long, thin ropes and sing silly songs like
“Cinderella dressed in yella’”
Where you can easily find a brilliant story waiting to be told
And a memory in anything from an elderly person to a little black button
