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 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.