Where I Come From

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Where I Come From

I am from the dust,

the smell of hay and home,

and from the scars on the Walnut tree.

I am from the sunflowers,

so radiant and alive,

the lilies and the windflowers,

my care down in their roots.

I am from the horses,

the feel of their coarse manes,

and their musty untamed smell.

I am from the oaks,

whose leaves shade my heart.

I am from gravel roads,

so dusty and so me.

I am from all these things,

all so close to me,

the memories of home.

I am from the hearts of family,

they're so close I won't let them go,

and they're apart of me.

By Bekah Katski

Posted 06/08/2008