Where I'm From

Where I’m From

I am from berry picking baskets and Ford trucks,

From John Deere tractors and dogs running free.

I am from backwoods, deep snow, and warm sunrises coming over the mountain.

I am from the rustic barn fences and cows in the fields.

I am from family gatherings that turn into reunions, summer camping trips, and fishing with dad

From “Wait until your father gets home!” and “What are you girls doing?”

I am from holiday dinners spent at the grandparent’s house, and red headed stubbornness that gets us in trouble.

I am from Christian faith where I was taught anything is possible if you follow the Lord, our God, with guidance from the Bible.

I am from embracement and love, from hope and destination.

From Moores and McDowells, Grandpa Lowell and Grandpa Ken- hard workers yet even softer hearts.

From the scary baby doll stories told by cousins, women’s weekends where we can act silly, and the beach vacations that always have mishaps.

I am from winding roads that always lead me back home, home of the Blackwater Falls that reminded me to be quiet and just listen, and a great family, that no matter how far I go, they will always be there for me.