I am from frigid winters

to the humid heat of summer.

From the land of cheese

to the refreshing lake Michigan breeze.

I am from waterways which glaciers carved centuries ago.

To window clear lakes with, plenty of fish to take home.

From peaceful foggy morning casts

to nighttime carp shooting blasts.

I am from the wetlands that waterfowl call home

to me and my kayak alone.

From the days my dad taught me when I was 13.  

To the 12 gauge sounding like an M16.

I am from supporting Wisconsin Sports.

To watching the Bucks score on the court

from Packer comebacks.

to Brewer upsets.

I am from snowboarding

to friends and I recording.

From the sky piercing Rockies

to the snow covered streets of Milwaukee.

I am from the secluded island camps of Canada

to the sweet sap smell that hung in the air.

From the echoes of distant loons putting me to sleep

to the memories I will keep.

I am from frigid winters

to the humid heat of summer.

From the land of cheese

to the refreshing lake Michigan breeze.