Where I'm From
Inspired by the Poetry of George Ella Lyon
I'm from porch swings,
From Easter flowers in the back yard.
I am from the silver maple with the fork in its trunk,
The perfect spot for quiet introspection.
I'm from Where the Wild Things Are,
From Third Earth, Eternia, and Etheria.
I am from the white country church,
Baptized in the river and Victory in Jesus.
I'm from tobacco fields,
From cornbread and soup beans.
I am from riding in the truck bed,
From checking dad's dinner bucket.
I'm from generations of rolling pins,
From cookie jars in the country kitchen.
I am from tractors and bush hogs,
From hoeing out the garden.
I'm from "Good Lord willing,"
From deep in the holler and up the road.
I am from snowball bushes and peonies,
From rambling roses and creek banks.
I'm from hard headed and stubborn,
From parents who worked their fingers to the bone.
I am from flip flops and four eyes,
Well known for overcoming my mistakes.
- April Blevins
I'm from porch swings,
From Easter flowers in the back yard.
I am from the silver maple with the fork in its trunk,
The perfect spot for quiet introspection.
I'm from Where the Wild Things Are,
From Third Earth, Eternia, and Etheria.
I am from the white country church,
Baptized in the river and Victory in Jesus.
I'm from tobacco fields,
From cornbread and soup beans.
I am from riding in the truck bed,
From checking dad's dinner bucket.
I'm from generations of rolling pins,
From cookie jars in the country kitchen.
I am from tractors and bush hogs,
From hoeing out the garden.
I'm from "Good Lord willing,"
From deep in the holler and up the road.
I am from snowball bushes and peonies,
From rambling roses and creek banks.
I'm from hard headed and stubborn,
From parents who worked their fingers to the bone.
I am from flip flops and four eyes,
Well known for overcoming my mistakes.
- April Blevins