I come from rolling hills and white oak trees

from the chute of light wood shavings.

The sun replaced the moon with ease

a pinwheel mint satisfied the cravings.

I come from the bounty of minnows in the net

from the golden brown marshmallows over the fire.

The clear sky with traces of a jet

a road with barns and fence with wire.

I come from breakfast for dinner

from yellow sunflowers that were 3 feet tall.

Sundance, a saddlebred who made me a winner

a smell of lasagna with beans and hours watching baseball.

I come from Guitar Hero and pizza rolls

from hiking up mountains and searching for deer.

The beginning of lacrosse and scoring goals

a fisherman standing at the end of a pier.

I come from sneaking out at 2:30 in the morning

from pink skies with fluffy, white clouds.

The music blasting in the car without warning

a state championship and people jumping in crowds.

I come from biking around the cul de sac in bare feet

from younger siblings who don’t close your bedroom door all the way.

The smell of shavings, carrots and fresh wheat

a silent night with the sound of a neigh. 

I come from both Tyler the Creator and Travis Scott

from helping people eat and swallow their food 

The family who suddenly began to faught. 

a place where the weather determined the mood.