I am
I am antique malls and dusty dishes
I am front porch pickers and moonshine sippers
I am light up sketchers and spongy pineapple dwellers
I am young mistakes and a family disgrace
I am dogwood trees and honey bees
I am a 72 and a 911
I am Cuba
I am France
I am blue-blooded Englishmen who failed to preserve their wealth
I am dogs, cats, chickens, and ducks, rescued horses and broken down trucks
I am goosenecks, bumper pulls, twos and fours but never a six and dreams of an eight
I am moonshine runners and lies to cover
I am homemade mud baths tracked throughout the house
I am sneaking out, louder than a mouse
I am Chron's disease and bad knees
I am green and white, white and blue, blue and gold
I am Noah's Ark, Adam and Eve
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