I am from hot iron steam, from bike rides to Lynch's and raspberry Slushies.
I am from woods, a long, steep driveway, the smell of pine.
I am from oak trees, lady slippers and moss. The scent of the earth and the carpet of leaves.
I am from the pines, rhododendrons and toads. Lumpy and smooth all at the same time. Hopping. Peeing when you pick them up.
I am from trips to the ocean and strong women, from Moms and Aunts and Grandmothers.
I am from yelling and hugs.
From being anything I want to be and being different is good.
I am from Episcopals and Catholics. Church on Sundays.
I am from open-minded in a close-minded town. From New England and England, Poland and the Mayflower, a nice thick steak and pancakes for dinner.
From the question of my dad's parentage, book lovers, and the know-it-alls.
I am from photo albums and stories told during family visits. I am from love, laughter and support.
**This poem was done from a template. The original poem was written by George Ella Lyon. Both the poem and template can be seen here.
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