Where I Come From
I’m from a small town and big cities.
I’m from boat rides and barbecues,
While the smell of hotdogs fill the air.
I’m from Johnny Cash and guitar picks,
Strumming to the tune of life.
I’m from scraped knees and mud pies,
From bridge jumping and four square.
I’m from 4s 3s 2s and 1s
Instead of As Bs Cs and Fs.
I’m from green eyes and red curly hair,
That fall so gently against ivory skin.
I’m from public schools and progress park,
From playing cops and robbers in the dark.
I’m from close neighbors and bonfires,
And trick or treating on Halloween night.
I’m from snow days and hot chocolate,
And sledding down suicide hill.
I’m from bike rides and long walks
I’m from the island and the clubhouse.
I’m from simpler times, when society
Didn’t rule everyone’s life.
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