Being born in the south
and moving to the Midwest
makes it hard to tell
where I am truly from.
I am from a whisper of a southern town
nestled between the big city
and widespread country.
And then, at age two
I am from new town
that's located just the same.
I am from the sweet honeysuckle
that bloomed with the neighborhood children
as soon as the snow melted to spring.
I am from my fathers old t-shirts,
covered with grass stains and gasoline.
I am from the crickets
at Camp Lakewood in Potosi.
A place that was just under
where angels sprinkled the stardust
that made flowers grow,
and caterpillars turn into butterflies.
…at least, that's what they told me.
I am from my best friend's house,
only located and shout away from my home,
but still seemed like a whole new world
when we closed her bedroom door
and let our minds soar.
I am from fields of corn,
and endless country roads
that always manage to lead me home.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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