North and South

I am from cold weather, Also from hot. I am from everywhere, Then I’m not. North? South? East? West? I don’t know what’s best.

Adria

Hopkins

I am from the North. I’ve been raised in the South. I eat like a Northern. So called, “tasteless”, or “bland”. I don’t like spice much, or food from any wetland.

I am from snow, Though it may not show. I’ve adapted to the hot heat, Sometimes, it’s fun to walk around with bare feet.

I am from baked food, Learning to deal with fried. I am from where crawfish are crawdads. Which honestly, taste pretty bad.

I am from lightening bugs, to snow storms. Here, it’s from hurricanes, to mosquito swarms. I am from, “you all”, and “who’s that?” Here, it’s simply “ya’ll”, and “who dat!”

I am from deer, being the caution, or tasty kill. Where here, gators and boars are the true thrill. I am from where you occasionally see a bat, To living here, where you’ll occasionally see a nutria rat.