I'm From...

I’m from a bland brown house,                                                                                                         Where the kids are loud and lively,                                                                                                      With their ice cream in their hands during the group gatherings.                                                          I’m from tall green grass and a musty smelling plain,                                                                    Where competition happens every Saturday.                                                                                         I’m from a big building,                                                                                                                       Where my family goes,                                                                                                                           To worship the Lord, sing hymns, and taste the Eucharist on our tongues.                                          I’m from a lovely loving couple,                                                                                                             Who have comforting hugs, And soothing words.                                                                                  I’m from the outdoors,                                                                                                                     Where it’s relaxing to hear and see the crackling fire as it’s dancing,                                                  While I’m sitting in my chair making a scrumptious s’more.