Where I'm From

Just a little poetic exercise.. Tell us where you're from!

I am from Birkenstocks,
from muscadines,
and magnolia blooms.
I'm from pecans
and winding country roads,
from crisp, Autumn leaves
crunching beneath bare feet.
I am from my ocean,
the sucking swirls
and crashing waves
calling out to me.
From the weeping willow,
whose long, strong arms
would wipe away my tears.
I am from breakdowns,
and comforting words.
From mockingbirds, soaring
in the blushing sky.
I'm from those moments-
leaving the nest
and learning to fly,
looking for a place to land-
trying not to fall.

 

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