I am from the screaming voices as we jump in the pool

The watermelon and lemonade that sits waiting

The dry towels waiting to have a purpose 

The cool water on a warm sunny day 

I am from the campfire as we roast marshmallows and steal chocolate

The red and white colors flying with a boom in the sky

The stars in the county that shine so bright

The sleeping bags that try to keep us from giggling

I am from the Sunday dinner table as home cook meals warm our bellies

The old chairs that watch us but don't get used

The bell that rings to say suppers ready

The last cookie grandpa wants to take

I am from the cabin where puzzles were made

The soaked towels over the railing 

The red and white checkered tablecloth

The fish that dangle from the line waiting to be tossed back in

I am from the animals that have brought us joy

The pups that taught us to have fun 

The chicks who taught us patience 

The squirrels that taught us how to in fact steal that last cookie 

I am from the native land

The true north 

The strong

The free