I Am From...

I am from sleeping bags,

From Coleman lanterns, and hot dog skewers,

I am from the hole to china, near the fence.

(muddy when it rain. It smelled like autumn breeze)

I am from Honey Suckle,

The Eastern cotton wood,

Tall, unwavering, shading my path.

I’m from homemade chili and long blonde hair,

From Bud, Karen, and Mikey,

I’m from laid back, kick your shoes off, pet the dog, and hug a chicken,

From Say a Hail Mary, and don’t sweat the small stuff.

I’m from a golden box with long staffs and cherubim on top,

To remind me of my past and fill me with the spirit.

I’m from Pikeville and Blue Ash,

From Chicken and dumplings, with warm rolls and mashed potatoes on the side.

From My dad’s Kidney, lost to male stupidity,

The loved one departed from my mother’s side.

Next to my bed was a sharp bowie knife,

Salt and a hammer underneath the bed to keep away demons,

Relics to keep me safe from unknown.

I am from a sapling, in warm loamy soil,

From great foundation, a pioneer now setting out to make a life for himself.

Adventures Still to come.