I’m from siting silently in
my dad’s hunting shed my dad
beside me holding his gun and I’m holding
A stick listening to the wood chips fall to the ground.
From smelling the nice fresh
chicken coming off the barbecue.
I’m from hearing the nice crunch
while outdoors with my dogs.
From hearing the engine roar
while driving through the ice cold
snow that’s running down my back.
I am from smelling the gas hearing the motor
run and feeling mud splash on my face.
From waking up with my face wet with slobber
with the two culprits beside me.
I’m from hearing the salt fall from the shaker to
my unseasoned roast at a place
that’s not mine but once my dad’s.
From getting dizzy in my dads
truck while in the field.
I’m from hearing the wall fall
on to the ground in my
house while we are renovating.
From hearing my hips move
to the music I love.
I’m from hearing the bright light
crackle while sitting in my mom’s
lap but all so getting warm.
From hearing the horseshoes
gallop on the ground.
From waking up in a scare to
cock a doodle doo.
I am from biting into a nice COLD
MEAL OF SPAGETTI!!!!!!
From feeling my hips move to the
Backyardigans theme song.