by erin
i am
from a community that journey with,
turns and twists me into
the Maple trees that line
the black wooden fence rows
of the rolling green hills
i am
from the tips of the corn's cobs
dancing in the fields and breeze,
from the horses that trot along,
to these melodies, i sing
"my old home"
i am
from a traveling home
full of wandering foods
whose spices paint the canvas' scenes
and bouqets of words in
books grow on walls
i am
from the stories
of my mother's eyes
as she looks and sees all
the years before, that came and
all the years to be
a gift
i am
from the stories of my father's heart
shepherding me into a new land
of wondering love
where a rain drops down
and gives me growth
i am
from the arms of a loving partner
and friends who
wrap themseleves around and feed me
their smiles and laughter
singing songs that carry me
into a world where,
i am blessed.
