Where I am From
I am from the small grass
from the smell of pine trees.
I am from the sound of a nearby running creek
from the sound of woodpeckers pecking at the hard bark of trees.
From the sight or horses grazing
and deer and squirrel running through the woods.
I am from the sweet smell of fried apple pies
from the smokey smell of wood smoke.
I am from the sound of horses neighing
from the sound of coyotes howling throughout the night.
From having a fish on the line
and watching a hawk in the air.
I am from the smell of fruit trees in bloom
from the smell of fresh tilled ground.
I am from cold morning hunting
from hot summer evening horse rides.
From where snakes are plentiful
and where corn grows tall.
I am from the pocket.