I Am From Poem by Shirley Your Speaker Smith

the birth place of the sweetest watermelons in the world

I win the watermelon seed spiting contest every year

I am from
Where plums are a deep blood red with a magnificent aroma waiting to burst open inside my mouth

I am from
Peach lovers heaven
They grow so big you can hardly hold one in your hand

I am from after church Sunday dinner
Everyone brings what they raise on their land or make themselves

I can smell the fresh fruit
Taste the Roasted corn on the cob
fried chicken
Greens
Peach cobbler
Pound cake
Home made ice cream
Fresh lemonade

I am from a place that is no more