Where I’m from
By Nate Richards
I am from the moonlit waters from the bay.
I am from the blue eyed grass, from howls at bedtime.
I am from hard rocks, from gold mining.
From baiting my fishing line.
I am from a shimmering pool, from the gleaming sun.
I am from the woods, from hot mugs of hot chocolate
I am from mustard seeds, from cattails sticking to my socks.
From the past to present to the future this shall remain the same.