Where I'm From

I am from long winding roads, 

from polaroid photos and old story books, 

I am from the brick house at the dead end street,

laughter and comfort.

I am from the tall trees, 

the snowflakes, 

simple but complex.

I'm from movie nights and curly hair, 

from Lunsfords, Rays, and Groces.

I'm from the crazy and too loud,

From kill them with kindness,

and why can't you be more lady like

I'm from white steeples, stainglass windows, and hospitatlity.

I'm from the English,

From homecooking and you'll eat what I put in front of you.