I Am From Poem by Lilly Roberts

I am from where rolling waves crash across the sandy hoof-printed beach. Where wild is never tamed, never touched. Where the sun tans your skin so dark. Where people come most every day, where I must forever stay.
I am from the wilderness, the fresh plant smell on the windy breeze. The hiking trails in the Appalachians. Where the smooth river twists and bends, this is where my heart is.
I am from the dark blue sky on a cold winter night. Where the stars twinkle bright above. This is the place I forever love.
I am from camping outside on cool summer nights. Catching lightning bugs in a clear glass jar. Watching the sunset fade to black, eating from a brown paper sack.
I am from the gymnasium, where the swish of the ball means success. Where I shall forever play my best.
I’m from, “Play hard, ” and “do your best.” From, “If you try, you will succeed.” I’m from, “Failure is not an option.”
I am from loud noises and little giggles. From toys lain scattered around the house. From birds up high in a nest, this is the place that I love best.