I am from mud boots,
From homemade bread and peanut butter.
I am from front porch swingin', big pillows, and furry dogs that sound like echoing howls in the middle of the night.
I am from sunflowers that bloom in the summer,
the pine tree
Whose arms grasp out to poke you.
I am from tubing and sledding with papa Steve.
I'm from the hot Christmas sugar cookies.
From eat up! And go back for seconds!
I'm from early Sunday Mass
That fills my craving soul.
I'm from shit on the shingle
And fried chicken.
From the dent in my brothers ear,
The scar he gave me right back.
I am from endless summer nights
And countless hours playing the game I love...
ES
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