I Am From

I Am From

I am from a true country boy always hunting and fishing,

the on who took me to the old farm every Saturday.

From the hay bale throwing

and the cornstalk field looking for golf balls

with my over-excited sister.

Running up and down the barn,

scaring the cows in their tiny stalls.

I am from the great home-cooked meals every night:

beef stew,

chicken,

mashed potato.

I am from the noises and smells of chickens, pigs, and cows.

From the dog who will save me

if I'm ever in danger.

I am from the old running shoes that get older every season.

The pain and injuries,

the rest and the exhaustion.

From love and hate...

boyfriends and best friends.

The cool walks at night while the sun is setting.

I am from the little mobile home,

the hot summer days jumping under the gopher-shaped sprinkler,

going to the beach every birthday,

the crazy sweaters sent by a crazy old grandmother.

I am from always being able to find the positive side.

But no matter what,

I am from something beautiful.