I am from the sweaty smell of a run in the park,
the pleasant hum of a plan soaring thru the sky...
the crunchIng of a branch on the ground in the heavily wooded forests by the cabin.

I’m from the flat brown brick house,
the three acres of land that take your breath away...
  the rough and tretuous terrain in the winter that had us shivering.

I am from family of few, but is strong,
Faith that is as clear as reality itself...
and Flying that makes you wonder if the sky is really the ground. 

I’m from the crisp malted smell of the morning tea,
the painful feeling in your legs after the sprint of your life...
  the pleasant feeling of the summer breeze on your face.

I am from “Do your best”,
and“Remember where you came from”,
and “On there’s.” From Dave, Anne, and Mulrooney.

I’m from April 30, 2011, when the majority ruled in my favor for another term,
From walking into the biggest school I had ever seen...
to the day the world looked smaller from the sky..

I am still from the sweaty smell of a run in the park,
the pleasant hum of a plan soaring thru the sky...
the crunching of a branch on the ground in the heavily wooded forests by the cabin.