Where I’m from
I’m from the big grapefruit tree in our backyard; the adventures it would behold.
I’m from a bowl of cold, sugared strawberries.
I’m from cool, fresh sheets on the bed.
I’m from the rumble of a plane passing overhead.
I’m from the lullaby of a summer storm.
I’m from the races to the heater on a cold winter morning.
I’m from Easter egg hunts in the local park.
I’m from playing in the sprinklers on a hot day.
From getting my older brother into trouble for no reason.
I’m from bicycle races down the street.
I’m from free samples of fruit at Oakes Farms market.
I’m from playing outside for 6 hours, coming in for a drink, and going back out to play.
From the tantalizing smell of slow cooked home-made pot roast.
I’m from the wild imagination of a 7 year old.
I’m from birthday party sleepovers.
From lemonade stands, and 20 bucks per lawn mowed. ($10 front yard, $10 backyard. Tip not included.)
I’m from hitting little plastic golf balls in the front yard for hours at a time.
I’m from fishing trips with the family.
I’m from elaborate science fair projects that never work.
I’m from building impenetrable forts in the living room.
I’m from the smell of magnolia, and bougainvillea on a cool summer night in Alabama.
I’m from dressing up nice for church, and changing into my play clothes as fast as I could after I got home.
I’m from being happy to help out around the house, but if I was asked to do anything, you’d bet there’d be a fuss.
I’m from testing out a new RC toy as fast as possible.
I’m from sitting outside and watching the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I’m from trips to the beach that lasted all day.
I’m from being a straight A student, and hating every second of it.
I’m from reading the comics every Sunday morning.
I’m from getting up early to go golfing.
I’m from the calm, serene feeling of sitting and reading a book, with a cup of coffee, in sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, in a dim-lit house, on a cool winter night.
I’m from singing along to every country song on the radio.
I’m from listening to classical music, and playing piano and guitar, even though I can’t read music.
I’m from shooting at empty soda cans with my dad and brother for hours.
I’m from weekend flea market raids.
I’m from getting up at the break of dawn to look for bargains at yard sales.
I’m from getting sick far too often.
I’m from a nice pot of home made chicken soup. I’d get sick on purpose just to have some.
I’m from staying up late doing homework.
I’m from golfing 8 hours a day.
I’m from going on the computer until my eyes hurt.
From a nice steak for breakfast.
I’m from the nightly ritual of Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy.
I’m from Naples, Florida.
I’m from the big grapefruit tree in our backyard; the adventures it would behold.
I’m from a bowl of cold, sugared strawberries.
I’m from cool, fresh sheets on the bed.
I’m from the rumble of a plane passing overhead.
I’m from the lullaby of a summer storm.
I’m from the races to the heater on a cold winter morning.
I’m from Easter egg hunts in the local park.
I’m from playing in the sprinklers on a hot day.
From getting my older brother into trouble for no reason.
I’m from bicycle races down the street.
I’m from free samples of fruit at Oakes Farms market.
I’m from playing outside for 6 hours, coming in for a drink, and going back out to play.
From the tantalizing smell of slow cooked home-made pot roast.
I’m from the wild imagination of a 7 year old.
I’m from birthday party sleepovers.
From lemonade stands, and 20 bucks per lawn mowed. ($10 front yard, $10 backyard. Tip not included.)
I’m from hitting little plastic golf balls in the front yard for hours at a time.
I’m from fishing trips with the family.
I’m from elaborate science fair projects that never work.
I’m from building impenetrable forts in the living room.
I’m from the smell of magnolia, and bougainvillea on a cool summer night in Alabama.
I’m from dressing up nice for church, and changing into my play clothes as fast as I could after I got home.
I’m from being happy to help out around the house, but if I was asked to do anything, you’d bet there’d be a fuss.
I’m from testing out a new RC toy as fast as possible.
I’m from sitting outside and watching the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I’m from trips to the beach that lasted all day.
I’m from being a straight A student, and hating every second of it.
I’m from reading the comics every Sunday morning.
I’m from getting up early to go golfing.
I’m from the calm, serene feeling of sitting and reading a book, with a cup of coffee, in sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, in a dim-lit house, on a cool winter night.
I’m from singing along to every country song on the radio.
I’m from listening to classical music, and playing piano and guitar, even though I can’t read music.
I’m from shooting at empty soda cans with my dad and brother for hours.
I’m from weekend flea market raids.
I’m from getting up at the break of dawn to look for bargains at yard sales.
I’m from getting sick far too often.
I’m from a nice pot of home made chicken soup. I’d get sick on purpose just to have some.
I’m from staying up late doing homework.
I’m from golfing 8 hours a day.
I’m from going on the computer until my eyes hurt.
From a nice steak for breakfast.
I’m from the nightly ritual of Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy.
I’m from Naples, Florida.