I am from long car rides and white knuckled fists.
I am from trickling creeks and infinite forests.
I am from clam "chowdah" and wicked awesome.
From moving vans and moving boxes.
I am from when one door closes another one opens.
I am from dusty crops and dusty shins.
I am from dirt roads and 4H meetings.
From blue ribbons and well groomed chickens.
I am from tractor rides and bee-bee guns.
I am from dance classes and dirty sunglasses.
From broken bones and ice cream cones.
I am from these moments,
Etched in my brain,
In times of chaos,
keeping me sane.
Well, your place of origin sounds like a mighty fine place of good down-to-earth philosophies. And yes, in times of chaos they do keep you sane. Great poem!
Ah! Cllam chowdah and wicked awesome. You have to be a Massachusetts girl! ! ! If not, definitely somewhere in New England, but I'd venture to guess Mass! Lol. This is the third poem I've read of yours and I love the imagery your pieces evoke! Looking forward to reading more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vivid imaginative and fresh from the country side beautifully descriptive...and enjoyable too liked