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Where I’m From
I am from the bank of a creek that has no name;
Strawberry jam on home-made bread.
From homemade cookies to Village Inn pies.
I am from Conium Maculatum and Ranunculus Sceleratus,
Buttercup and the death of Socrates.
From a quiet hill and world authority, which has none here.
I am from snow-covered hills, red four wheelers, and green tractors;
From the creek’s gurgling laughter slowly melting into
The song of a robin at first light.
I am from pastures of horses and barns full of cats,
From big white barns,
And calf feeding before the sun rises.
I am from a country whose government is broke,
From war and peace,
And leaders whose minds are corrupt.
I am from fragments of photographs,
The faint smell of pine smoke,
And horseback rides among trees I know by name.
A kid can hardly ask to be from more.
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