Where I Am From
I am from the knee-high grass that grows in the summer.
The waist deep snow that piles up in the winter
and frost covered mittens hung by the fireplace.
I am from lazy Sunday afternoons,
from the country music that plays on the radio.
I am from the snow peaked skyscrapers; mountains that reach for the sky.
From the telephone poles and the trees nearly twice their height.
The ones that make you feel so small.
I am from the old wooden barn
and the sound it makes when the rain falls on it’s metal roof.
I am from the hay bales stacked up high.
and the rooster’s crow in the afternoon.
Poetry written by Angelina Timis, copyright 2017. Photo by Julie Timis