This is a poem I had to write for an english class in high school. I have tweaked it a bit and revised it a lot more, and here it is.
Where I am From
I am from the dust of a dirt road,
the smell of hay, woodsmoke and home,
and from the scars on the walnut tree.
I am from the big sunflowers,
the lillies and the windflowers,
my care so deep down in their roots.
I am from the whickering horses,
the feel of their coarse tangled manes,
and their musty untamed smell.
I am from the numerous scrub oaks,
whose leaves and dappled shade hold my heart.
I am from potted gravel roads,
so rough and dusty yet so me.
I am from all of these simple things,
like the hearts of friedns and family,
they're so close I won't let them go,
because they are apart of me.
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