I come from-

      Where the town's folk are your neighbors,

      Where homes are warm and welcoming,

      And where animals getting loose is common.

 I come from parents that taught me to survive-

      From learning to cook and clean,

      To teaching the value of a dollar.

I come from siblins of different cultlures-

      Where a slight boy became a country man,

      Leading me on adventures of the outdoors,

     Yet when the thunder rolled,

     He transformed a pile of blankets into hours of fun,

     From a girl that never seemed to fit in,

     To a woman of rebellion.

I come from stories of life-

     Where my great grandmother wrote her peaceful poetry on the porch of a farm house,

     From a soul of great integrity,

     Who taught me to "never look down on someone unless to help them up."

I come from a dog brimful of life-

     Where we roamed the woods of new towns,

     Yet never forgot adventures in hometowns. 

I come poetry in motion-

     Gliding on the back of a horse,

     Merely forgeting life's troubles,

     And spending hourse together with this majestic creature.

I come Roses and Sweet Petunias-

     Where my boots seemed to be the feeding trough,

     And where winning didn't matter.

I come from the classics-

     Where chicken nuggets where like steak,

    Grapes like beans,

     And macaroni like potatoes.

I come from muddy boots-

     Where wiping my feet on the rug only made momma more mad,

     Where cows mooed when breakfast was late,

     And where hogs ate away the day.