Where I’m From


I am from toads tickling my once tiny toes in the in the short stubbly grass

And dogs waking me up by pouncing on my stomach like a treat

From caring parents and loving families to crazy bike rides

I am from gravel in my face from my fall in the fields

To chasing groundhogs with my dogs

And finding baby bunnies resting on my feet

I am from words I can never get out of my head

To endless pages of journals

With drawings of monsters only my mind can dream of

Where I’m from never stops.