Where+I+Am+From


 * Where I Am From…**

I am from an old country home, Where the grass is always cut, And the flowers are always blooming.

I am from the old dirt roads, Where the gravel digs into the bare feet, Making the unwilling victims go “ouch”.

I am from corn fields and vegetable gardens, Grandma’s home made cooking with all the spices, And eating outside with the sun beating on your skin.

I am from the thousands of different animals just roaming around, The mooing of the cows and the oinking of the pigs, And the clopping of the horses.

I am from the feel of the grass on your feet, The skittering of bugs across the skin, And the fluttering of butterfly wings in your ear.

I am from an old country home, Where the grass is always cut, And the flowers are always blooming.