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Where I’m From by Caroline King
by Caroline King Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”
I am from chickens roaming freely through the yard, and waking up in the mornings to a cow’s sweet moo. I am from the wooded areas just outside of town limits. I am from swimming in the deepest parts of the creek. And cool summer nights lying under the stars, the smell of fresh-cut grass.
I am from swing sets and toys strung throughout the yard. I am from tough times, easy ones as well. I am from working hard to be remembered. I am from “Quit your bitchin’ and get over here and help me,”
Staying up late to make sure the cows calved safely. I am from dad building me a custom car seat in the tractor, both heavily chipped from years of labor. I am from everyone having a dog as a companion, a guard over his family. I am from my neck of the woods, A place where I call home.
