Where I'm From

I'm the new mix,
young but really old.

I'm always surrounded,
by the loved and hated.

I'm from the one home,
I've ever really known.
The names and dates,
written in cement.

The narrow creeks,
that weaves through the woods.
From the back roads,
that always led some where near.

From the painless scape,
to the shallow cuts,
caused when running,
through the thick woods.

With the yearly vacations,
to every where but here.

With the names written,
in sand as the waves.
Along side the foot prints,
pulled away by the waves.