(this is an ongoing exercise and not an attempt at poetry. also, any rhyming is unintentional xx)
i am from oak trees and moss and dirt roads.
from the smell of rain and hurricanes.
from azaleas and watermelon and freshwater springs.
i’m from tin cans and fences, bare feet and cutoffs.
from pine forests and palmettos and old pick-up trucks.
i am from my grandma who loves me the most.
i am from clay and limestone and sinkholes,
from woodstoves and porches and tire swings.
from spiderwebs and sandspurs and starry, starry nights.
i am from all of these things.
Well this about sums it up. It being you. Well done.
thanks. there was more but i edited it down. gonna do a pt 2 at some point. it was kinda fun, you should try it. love you xx
Very well done, Michelle! I liked it a lot! Keep up the good work.
thank you uncle gary 🙂 xoxox
I love it..
That was great, but I could have lived without being reminded of sandspurs on bare feet. LOL.
DUDE i stepped on TWO of them tonight at two different times. someone tracked them in and onto the rug, and one of them totally barbed me and didn’t wanna let go. boo.
very nice. kind of sums up our youthfull existance.
I love this Michelle. It brings you right back to great memories from growing up. Miss you buddy. xoxo
thanks Tina 🙂 i miss you too xoxo
I love it. Sorry we didn’t connect this visit.
thanks auntie, me too xx
I loved it the first time. And I love it now!
lol thanks. i know i’ve posted it before but i like it and i’m trying to inspire myself to do some more things like this 🙂
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