I am from...

I am from the smell of the salt air

From palm trees, and the fruits of the islands

With their soft, warm touch, and their cool sweet tastes

That entices all men to adventure.

I am from the long deep, depths of the sea, from the cold blue

From the sparkling azure, to the glistening green that excited the

worthiest adventurers, brigands, smugglers and captains. 

I am from the earth

From the spicy red clay, to the hard desert cement

To the rolling greens, and rolling hills, to the smoky pines

And the sweet smell of the grass beneath my feet.

I am from the long road trips with multiple stops

From the long hours of boredom on the way to the great beyond.

To the “are we there yets” to the “I’m tireds” always making it to our destinations

I am from the long dusty nights; The crisp chill of the cold dry air hitting my face

From the dew on the ground, to the walk to the school bus

All seemed right with the world.