i am from

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.

our art. by erin

to create inside and bring it out
into the world without doubt
is nearly impossible

i rush into the mind of my heart
attempting to paint a picture of that art
and i stumble

to build the words into a form
alone do not let them be born
but with my sisters

the struggle to grow into our body
they try to keep we from making our harmony
but we are not buried

our world comes forth into a rushing wind of song
that carries us along
and the colors come pouring

down like rain we stain the earth
and from it grows tress, flowers in mirth
we laugh together

they could not stop, or control, or bind
too keen, too wise, too brilliant our minds
we grow despite

our art is us
from dust to dust
our bond we make this life together.