Where I'm from
I might be from the land of enchantment
And a small plateau town
Then to the forgotten land of Maryland
Whose crabs are its crown
I am also from peaches,
And fresh white-cut bread
And playing games with family
On our once-owned homestead
I am from the open books,
And handmade duct tape flowers
Our little valley between the houses
Where the sunlight shades and cowers
I am from long road trips,
And the thrown up funnel cake
These memories are simply unique,
But they are very easy to make
I am from the new kayak rack,
Which we pretend is our home
And the awful Newtowne Neck
Where the kayaks are well-known
I am from hating things deeply
But I like some things too
For others, it may depend
But my course of action is true
I am from the things I like,
And the places I've been
I am from my family
And from the whats and the when
I ask a lot of questions,
That some people don't know
But it's where I'm from,
And I use the answers to grow
That's where I'm from.
1 comment:
Wow! That is amazing.
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