Where I'm From Poem
I am from the Old North State, from Cold Cheerwine and Carolina BBQ.
I am from the “house with a blue mailbox”, a home with the smell of wood burning in the fireplace.
I am from the Carolina Silverbell and dogwood trees, Carolina Rose and Dogwood Bushes
I am from Christmas Raffles and blue eyes, from Beavers and Martins.
I am from the clean freaks and hard workers.
From "the devil beating his wife" and "your face getting stuck in a frown".
I am from non-denominational christianity, with a southern baptist pastor.
I'm from North Carolina only, from homemade mac & Cheese and deep fried turkey.
From the poor boy turned business owner, the wildlife officer, and the nurse.
I am from poster boards of pictures, museums of my past.