Where I'M From Poem by Bailey Logan

I’m not from the king
Of Rock ‘n roll or otherwise
But I am from a castle
Maidens, dragons, noble steeds
From the fantasy of my current book

I’m not from the cut-down cherry tree
Or the Gettysburg Address
But I am from my house,
My little blue haven
At the end of Maple Leaf Drive

I’m not from Von Bismarck
And certainly not Napoleon,
But I am from my own personal war,
The general in a fight
Against a mix of emotions

I’m not from Wal-Mart
K-Mart or Target
But I am from my mom’s little Shoppe
Full of flowers, pastels,
Linens and knick-knacks

I’m not from McDonalds
KFC or Wendy’s
But I am from Papa’s home cooking,
Whether it be pot-roast stew
Or cornbread pudding

I’m not from anything large,
Anything famous or praised,
But I am from the small things
Which make me
Me.