Where I'm From

Where I’m From

by Mitchell

I am from a pale brick house,

with nothing around but untainted country air.

I am from the paradise of Northeastern Kindergarten,

with the air conditioner that mimicked coach Rolf’s whistle.

I am from playing with rusty toy trucks in the dirt.

I am from a stubborn, type A redhead,

with blue eyes and a goatee.

I am from early mornings and late nights,

and one who cares more about others than himself.

I am from a caring woman who would do anything for anyone.

I am from the soothing feeling of warmth when you look into her eyes.

I am from two loving parents that want the best for me.

I am from the father of my father,

tough and sturdy on the outside, but a caring man on the inside.

I am from thin sheets of frost on the ground in the early morning woods.

I am from gunshots and the freshest meat available.

I am 17 years and many more to go,

but now back at Northeastern for my third year in a row.

I am the stubborn one now in my own way,

but still not half of the hardest worker.

I am not as tough on the outside but I do have a soft inside.

  I am home, family, the outdoors, and memories.