to the quiet breeze of the corn fields.
I'm from the creek that gave me ringworm
and lovebugs crawling everywhere.
I'm from King Cake and sheppards pie,
small ears and flat feet,
forgiveness and repentance.
I'm from Sunday game nights
and Mardi Gras Parades.
Baptisms and Beach Boys,
Slow Jazz and fast Bluegrass.
To The Green Parrot and Corduroy
I'm from the pear tree that you couldn't eat off of,
to pee-soaked one in the yard.
to pee-soaked one in the yard.
I'm from backyard shooting ranges to homemade jellies and jams.
From the dozens of photo albums to the twenty kittens in the den.
I'm from hard work and lazy Sundays,
to "Make a happy plate" and Billy, the ghost.
to "Make a happy plate" and Billy, the ghost.
Grits and sweet tea,
And everything else southern.
I am from those moments.
Remembered and eventually forgotten,
But hoping to keep my memories alive.
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I really like your poem about your life and where you used to be. It really showes where you came from and what you used to be. I like your picture that you put with this post. It really fots what you talked about. :)
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ReplyDeleteI had no idea that you had lived anywhere but Missouri. I really enjoyed this post. It is really thought out and well published. The life you had really made me want to go and expierence that for myself. It sounds just so relaxing and fun all together. I really liked what you did with your blog all together!
First, I love your blog (: it makes me think of sumertime. Your post is great! I love the flow of your poem. I feel like you put the lines together very well. It's always nice learning new things you would've never guessed about someone. When I was reading your poem I felt like I could vision everything that you were describing. Great job (: I love it.
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