Where I ‘m From

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.   

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