Where I'm From

I am from Sunday mornings

rolling out of bed to the sent of cinnamon rolls

from cheering on the Browns on

until the clock strikes zero

I am from Sunday dinner spaghetti, salad and breadsticks

I am from a car packed full for a 12 hour drive

from scorching hot sand

And foamy sea water

I am from thunderstorms rolling off the east coast

From a Carolina shore

That feels like home

I am from the Rolling Stones

Blaring through the speakers,

From shouting Tom Petty at the top of my lungs

I am from a moon dance

With Van Morrison

To Jimmy Buffett wishing for a pencil thin mustache

I am from backyard whiffle ball games

A home run over the Freakers fence

I am from the morning dew on the ice cold field

From sideline to sideline

From shot to goal

I am from stinging scraps and bluish black bruises

I am from creaky wooden cabins

musty lake water and canoe rides on the lake

I am from long hilly hikes

With a refreshing lake at the end

from a bear cave hidden in the trees of Tippecanoe

and the love of a camp friend

I am from sibling rivalry

From screechy shouting matches through the hallways

I am from bunk beds and grandma’s teddy bears

From a tent in the back yard to sledding down the family hill

I am from loving parents

From my sisters and brothers

I am from the family at the end of the court