Where I am From Poem

I am from an old country road where I feel safe, from nights sitting on the front porch listening to the crickets and looking up at the stars.

I am from a home that was built by my father’s own hands.

I am from the hayfields, shale banks, and flowing fields of grain that I use to escape to.

I am from Jennifer and Billy Morgan who taught me values and how to really love. I am from the Shafer’s and the Morgan’s.

I am from a place where the bond between brother and I will never be broken.

I am from a place where Sundays are set aside for church and family dinners around a long, crowded table.

From a place where farming is not just a hobby, it’s a way of life and a way to survive.

I am from a loving Christian home where church was never missed and we gathered around the piano to sing hymns.

I am from a small community where most of my family resides, where I can smell my Mimi Joan’s bread pudding and taste my Mimi Bonnie’s sweet tea.

From the Cherokee tribe that I get my features from.

I am from a place where I learned hard work and respect will get you far in life.

I am from a place where love found me.

I am from a place where God, family, and friends are all that matter.

I am from the beautiful hills of West Virginia.