I Am From

I am from flour,
From the yeast and water.
I am from riding horses on the streets of the city.
(With coats as lovely
 and soft as cotton)

I am from the mountains
The hills
That hold secrets and messages

I am from farmers who collect corn
Who spend long days in fields under the shinning sun
From long days selling that corn in markets

I am from the know-it-all aunts and uncles
From who tell me lighten up and calm down
I'm from where Jesus is my lord and savior
Where Christmas is spent celebrating his birthday

I am from drinking Coke and eating bread together
From siting in the back of a truck to get to the city
To feeding the animals in the backyard

In my attic sits a box of very old pictures
Of those I never knew and I do
I sit and look at those pictures to
Remember those before me

I am from respecting those older then me
From using my manners unless I want to sit alone in a room
I am from wide open fields to the red dirt on the ground

I am the next generation of this family