I am from...
Where I am from
and where you are from
may differ; but what makes
me,
me.
Is something uncommon to all.
I am from long hikes
on the wind blown snow.
From the effort of the climb,
to the effortless powder tipped skies.
I am from
Sweat, Pain, and Endurance
for hours on end.
I am from backcountry skiing.
I am from 8,000 feet.
Snow capped mountains,
and desert expanses.
From cities a Mile High
to towns even higher.
I am from Colorado,
the place I call home.
I am from the run of the blade,
to the perfect axel.
From twizzles, to brakets, to bowers.
I am from the perfect succes,
to the perfect fail.
I am from figure skating.
I am from green tea ice cream
in the midst of summer,
to flannel shirts
in the bay of winter,
to long hikes in autumn,
and from the endless supply of tissues in the spring.
I am from season to season.
I am from the adventure
printed on paper.
To the dust of old friends,
and the gleam of new ones.
I am from page to page,
from chapter to chapter.
I am from novels.
I am from friends,
to the aquaintances we must put up with.
From green m&m's,
and red gummy bears.
From awkward silences,
and loud laughing fits.
From straigh A report cards,
and new pencils.
I am from Joy.
I am from endless canyons
to the sand in my shoes.
From snow in October,
and sun in December.
From the top of the peak,
to the end of the land.
I am from emerald forests,
and translucent lakes.
I am from the "not knowning where you're going"
camping trips,
to planned vacations.
I am from the Journey.
I am from all the above
to the ideas not written.
I am from 9 stanzas,
22 commas,
all 350 words; and some.
I am from the things yet to come;
and the things that already have.