I’m from Foxwood Court in Pewaukee,
From Tumbling Tykes and Swimtastics.
I’m from running to second and scraping my knees.
From twirling a baton with my friends.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m from Juniper Way in Bristlecone Pines,
From golfing at eight AM.
I’m from getting blisters on the uneven bars,
From the fox-like dog my family had.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m from Irene Lane in Hartland,
From swimming with friends and bonfires.
I’m from pitching tents and TP-ing neighbors.
From ripping through the water with a perfect entry.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m from Blackhawk Drive in Hartland,
From parties of thirty kids to a silver mustang.
I’m from traveling to pools in states like Texas, Nebraska, and Florida,
From wearing a jersey at the high school football games.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m from Club Circle in Chenequa,
From newly divorced parents.
I’m from a family of five kids and fights,
From high school state champions for three years.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m lately from Petersen Road in North Lake,
From the train chugging along behind my house.
I’m from tractors harvesting in the fields,
From mice scurrying near my house.
I’m from the place I love.

I’m from six different places,
From wealthy subdivisions to a house standing alone.
I’m from a family living as one to a family separated by divorces and college.
From relaxed to stressed about life.
But I’m always from a place I love.