Where I'm From

I am from a dirt road now paved

A house in the woods, covered in shade

From the giant pine trees.

I am from a pig barn where my

Daddy would hold me so I could pretend

I was a cowgirl riding a bucking horse.

Secretly it was only Miss Piggy.

I am from a week in July

When my home was the fair.

I am from bright lights, and the

Smell of fair food;

French fries and fried dough.

I am from the spot in the corner

Where the bears, ponies, and tigers

Would perform.

Where I would sit with the Longhorns

For the whole hot week.

I am from the sun-spotted freckles,

And the sun highlighted hair.

Where I ran around the play ground

without a care in the world

I am from the trips to Texas, Tennessee,

Virginia and Pennsylvania.

Where my family would go visit the

Cattle sales for the weekend.

Now I am from group photos

With friends after long days

Of adventures before the

Real adventure starts

I am from the moment where

the little bird flew from the nest,

but still knows where home is.

I am from my memories,

And they will last forever.