I am from cows grazing in overgrown grass fields, from pop rocks and tin roofs on houses.
I am from the country smells of chicken frying in the kitchen and homemade apple pies baking in the oven.
I am from the plum trees and clothes lines in the backyard.
I am from Thanksgiving dinners and thick curly hair blowing in the wind,
from Macks and Boyds and Gadsons.
I am from the jokesters and pranksters.
From I brought you in this world so I can take you out and Na na na boo boo.
I am from feet tapping and hand clapping.
I’m from small town living, King Vitamin on Saturday mornings and fish caught from a nearby pond.
From the trips to Myrtle Beach, Florida family reunions, and cousins telling me my hair wasn’t long enough.
I am from family albums tucked away on dusty book shelves, opened every family get-together and laughs
never to fade when flipping through the pages for the one hundreth time.