Where I Come From

I am from macaroni and hot dogs

from John Deere and Ford

I am from the backyard

grassy, playing field

It was a harder landing than

one might’ve thought

I am from the cow poop

the corn

whose tall stalks gave me shade

on a hot summer day

I’m from the whiskey drinking and

the good time having

From be carefuuuulllll and

not until you finish your peas

I’m from Sunday morning church

and fried chicken afterward

I’m from small town Ireland

steak and potatoes

From my dad stabbing his sister

with a pitchfork

the inventions my great grandpa used to create

Up on the wall in an old frame

I am from the lives and stories before me

another chip off the old block

yet a unique one

BK