WHERE I'M FROM

I am from hand-made Easter dresses, from Ranger Rick, Heartland Granola, and Cabbage Patch Kids.

I am from the oldest house in Calloway County, whippoorwill and bobwhite calls in the evening, haunted woods and cemeteries, and forests filled with unicorns and wood nymphs.

I am from yellow seas of daffodils on the hillside, butterfly weed along the dirt road home, and daylilies blooming behind the old building.

I am from homemade gift-giving, bargain shopping, porch settin', and pickin' and grinnin', from stubborn Scotch, Irish, and Germans, from Loughs and Mullens, from Evelyn Jenny, and Mary Gene.

I am from music-filled houses, craftsmen, and lively conversations.

From "Jesus loves me, this I know" and "Music is the language of the soul".

I am from conservative Southern Baptists, potlucks on the grounds, "Just As I Am", alter calls, and kind-hearted sunday school teachers.

I'm from the land between the lakes, the green rolling hills of West Virginia, the Blue Ridge mountains, and the foothills of Tennessee, from homemade English muffins, apple butter, biscuits and gravy, and Baba's spaghetti.

From a World War II veteran and a spunky, but genteel Southern lady, from a motherless boy raised by his siblings and who went "sparkin" with Gracie, the neighboring farmgirl.

I am from weavers of magic tales, from bundling up under handmade afghans in front of warm fires, from vegetable gardens and feeding the cows, from long summer days filled with play, from an old, white farmhouse and a childhood filled with innocence and love. May every child be so blessed!

(This poem was inspired from a poem by George Ella Lyons and the template has made the rounds for others to do. It is a great way to reflect on what makes you who you are. The link is here:http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm. I'd love to hear your "Where I'm From" poems! -bluemountainmama)