I Am by Lily Sinclair HONO R AB LE M E NT IO N I am from, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Family gatherings with mountains of food. Creamed potatoes and collard greens. Nana’s chocolate cake. I am from, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Looking at Christmas lights and opening gifts on Christmas Eve. Celebrating Jesus’s birthday. Papa’s garden and colorful fruit trees with the sweetest, juiciest fruit. Eating cobbler and ice cream at The Peach Festival. I am from, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” “Slide Clyde,” and “Pretty as a peach.” “My dogs are barking,” and “Hush your mouth!” My Nana saying, “Well, I Swanee.” I am from, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” I am from people that live in small towns in the middle of nowhere. Fields that go on as far as you can see. Grandma and Papa’s church, where everybody knows everybody. I am from, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”
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