I am from sneakers on soft grass on a dewy morning,
from the steady rhythm of breathing and fresh air.
I am from hot dry pavements on a sweltering afternoon,
from sweaty shirts and itchy grass.
I am from the anticipation of race day,
from the adrenaline, nerves, and hope.
I am from the encouragement of my teammates,
from the screaming of my name and the cheering of unknown faces.
I am from running.
I am from late summer nights,
from playing tag and starry skies.
I am from the joyful screams of riding on a jet ski,
from cold refreshing water and intertubes.
I am from the smokey bonfire smell,
from s’mores, sticky fingers, and bug spray.
I am from sunscreen and sun,
from tanning and soft beach towels.
I am from my cottage.
I am from Christmas music and candy canes,
from Peacock Tree Farms and hot chocolate.
I am from warm winter coats and numb hands,
from breathtakingly cold winds and snow days.
I am from sugar cookies and messy frosting,
from gingerbread houses and overcrowded tables filled with smiling faces.
I am from the excitement of Christmas Eve,
from the impossible to open boxes and wrapping paper everywhere.
I am from December

Inspired by and in the style of George Ella Lyons' Where I’m From

CC BY-SA 4.0 I am by Mady is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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