I am from fragile bluebonnets,
From peaches and pecan trees
I am from heat-stroke summers,
And baby snowmen winters
I am from backyard swings,
The iron chains rusted on the edges,
That moan exhaustedly,
As they gave me wings to fly
I am from fashionable Barbie dolls,
And a pair of scissors to cut split-ends
I am from wet toilet paper in trees
From prayer angels in a play
With songs of Christmas carols,
And Joy To the World!
I am from VHS tapes
And Bluebell ice cream
From gooey Play-Doh,
To blue ribbons
I moved up and on
In my closet,
A straw cowboy hat,
And cowboy boots,
Leather that's used
I am from memories within possessions
In those boots I roam,
But never too far from home
