I am from the ice rink, from arches and bluegrass.
I am from the snowy winters and humid summers.
I am from the wood violets, the sugar maples that shade my backyard.
I am from Easter egg hunts and a sign of first-class citizen (in other countries),
From Steve and Terri,
From Berger and Bray.
I am from hard work and humility.
From “Hard work beats talent, when talent doesn’t work” and “Your wasting the day away”.
I am from Easter Sunday and Christmas Eve mass.
I’m from the Gateway to the West, homemade pizza and chicken fettuccine alfredo,
From the wiffle ball games at my grandma’s house,
The three hour car rides, and the city of rock and roll.
I am from boxes filled with photographs, of 31 states.
The scenery changes,
Bonds, memories, and experiences stay.