I Am From Cowtown,
From diverse smoke and wind to continuous shine and rare rain.
I Am From lunch of the infamous mini corn dogs of Wienerschnitzel,
The late night drives to Dixon Dutch Bros, and
The days spent wanderlusting through Gibson Canyon.
I Am From the cozy Fall feeling, the scent of my grandma’s famous Christmas toffee, and Apple Hill.
I am from the bass in the lake too stubborn to bite my crankbait
Paddleboarding all day long, losing speakers in bottomless waterbed, and
Powerbait under my fingernails never failing to stick itself in my hair.
I Am From All Summer Long blasting every summer all summer in courtesy of my dad’s love of Kid Rock.
I Am From mistaken jalapenos laying out at HomeTown Buffet because I had a pickle craving.
I Am From endlessly drinking out of the hose,
Mud-fights mixed with slip n’ slide controversy due to old lady Lynn’s irritation with fun.
I Am From crosses above all the doorways in my house
To kneeling before wooden seats to saying Amen.
I Am From stealing fruit off dangling trees over a fence because my mom insisted it was now ours
And filling pillow cases of candy to later seperate into a “like” and “absolutely despise” pile.
I Am From the excitement of scoring a point through a serious game of hot potato,
Making the game my ultimate escape from reality into my passion every day.
I Am From due dates, planners, schedules, and pay dates.
I Am From best friends coming and going, a caffeine addiction, and a scholar mindset.
I Am From a twin who has been embedded into the position of a forever best friend.
I Am From pumpkin spice and everything nice, sweater weather, and the most wonderful time of the year.
I Am From Olaf, Ellie and Carl, Dumbo, and Tinkerbell.
I Am From my red pontoon boat, my candle obsession, and my tendency to love hard.
I Am From a sensitive soul with curious eyes and a bleeding heart.
I Am From loss, grieving, and darkness but also from healing, prosperity, and honor.
I Am Emily.
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This is such a beautiful piece Emily! I love the way you slowly transitioned your poem from a rough and playful childhood to the more seriousness of growing up. You really visualized your childhood and endless summer days wonderfully. Great job! - Kayla
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