I am from rifles
“We finally got that deer we've been waiting for!”
the ammo that resides inside the chamber.
I am from the large house I share space with inside the long hallways.
the Apple tree in my backyard
the leaves and the stems that blow in the wind.
I am from going to Chicago during Christmas and hiding a pickle in the Christmas tree
from John and Tracie
the Jacobs household.
I am from the silent dinners we have during busy nights
Freezing winters of Wisconsin.
The nights home alone
I am from the church I was first baptized in
The time i spend up north.
Shrader Hospital, from Oconomowoc and Wisconsin.
I am from the first time I shot a gun
felt the recoil on my shoulder
the first deer I hunter, from my passion for archery
I am from Florida, California, and Wisconsin
my all my family resides and survives.
From the future and what I plan to become.
Spending time inside after a long day of skiing
Feeling the wind fly past my head
The slopes of wisconsin's finest hills