Where I Come From

Where do I come from?

I come from green grass and big bluestem, mountain streams and old log cabins, winding rivers, and geese that fly south and return again year after year.

I come from creatures who breathe and swim and dance and sleep and howl in the midst of old evergreens and oak savannas and rocky ledges.

I come from anxiety and peace; turbulent cascades and smooth waters; gusty winds and the eye of the storm.

I come from all that is myth and magic, wild and wandering, rooted and real.

I come from across the vast waters and the open plains.

I come from quiet walks, hand in hand; solitude and communion; praise and lamentation.

I come from joy, sorrow and appreciation for all that is.

Where do you come from?