Where I’m From

I am from a box,
A matchbox of a community.
A place where dogs roam free
And cows sometimes get out.

I come from a family
A loving and caring family
Who would do anything for me
And have always got my back.

I come from the soil
The same soil that my father and grandfather worked for so many years.
And from the diesel fuel that makes the tractor hum.

I come from the hunt
The thrill of killing a deer.
The sweet smell of #8 birdshot over a dove field in the morning.
And from the freezing cold that makes your toes want to fall off.
That’s where I come from.