Where I'm From

I'm from the wooden swing in my front yard From the freshly mowed grass that stretches on from the earliest generations I am through the window to unlock the front door The pine cones in the backyard From running the home-made bases I'm from many hard times From the smell of cigarettes to air fresheners I'm from the barefoot races and planting fields From don't touch this and don't touch that I am from simple times and life passed on And kneeling by the bed to pray at night I'm from my mom's side of the family From holiday decorated cookies to fried chicken From fishing with Grandpa I'm from life that has been broken and patched back together From the family pictures in the little brown box I am from these moments An autumn leaf blown from Trees by the winds of change