Where I'm From Poem

I am from playing outside, from Lego’s and Lincoln logs.

I am from the white house with blue shutters past the dead end sign.

I am from the field and creek.

I am from family reunions and hard work, from an unbroken home.

I am from my cousins and jokes from my Uncle.

From do what your told and don’t talk back.

From getting up at four in the morning to go hunting.

I am from Gods House burned to the ground but not destroyed.

I'm from nowhere and everywhere apple butter and pumpkin pie.

I am from four seasons each with their own beauty.

I am from winding back roads and twisting the throttle.

From the fighters the farmers and the miners.

I am from scrapbooks spanning the years and tools passed down from generation to generation.