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Where I’m From
I am from an émigré still followed, from the clash of divisive faiths, from expectant voyages, from people dispersed westward. From the salt of the earth, the heart of the land, the middle of America. I am from the lost tall grass prairie.
I am from persistence, from unfettered optimism, from wanting greener grass and darker soil. I am from sweat poured from the backs of men laboring in fields and the tears wrought of the burdens of women who led the way. I am from fading wagon ruts, undulating land, vanishing train tracks and lost family farms.
I am from an only child of an almost childless couple. I am from the only female child of a couple with five. I am from a band of four from two who started young.
I am from the sound of songs coming from a car driving a two-lane highway at night. I am from the sight of a water tower standing alone against the backdrop of a setting sun. I am from eyes stung by chlorine and the discipline of counting turns. I am from the taste of blueberries, peaches, crab apples, pot roast and mashed potatoes.
I am from hot and humid summers and cicadas. I am from growing wheat, soybeans, green grass, sunflowers, lily of the valley and roses. I am from green, gold, crimson, blue, black and red.
I am from stories told by those long gone, from examples of life well lived and not, from shoves in the right direction, from the acceptance of friends in new places, from the steadiness of friends long-held.
I am from the dissent of youth, the hope of love, the fullness of tending, the sorrow of loss, the contentment of age. I am from homes that were temporary, starter, dream and downsized. I am from the fog of starting anew in many places. I am from the trials of following the unrest of someone else. I am from change and reinvention.
I am from the clarity of alpine lakes, from the brilliance of aspens in the fall, from the chill of peaks capped in snow. I am from the reach of land to clouds and from the solitude of hidden enclaves of wildlife. I am from where real and wannabe cowboys intersect. I am from where magnificence sustains.
I am from unknown strength discovered. I am from forgiveness given and understanding earned. I am from the bloom of love and the knowledge of time.
I am from this place.