I am from matchbox cars,
from cheerios and Pine-sol.
I am from the wide open skies,
I am from the horse apple trees.
I'm from camping trips and self-reliance
from granny and grandma.
I'm from independence and reserved.
I'm from rise and shine and go feed the cows and
thus saith the Lord and amazing grace how sweet the sound.
I'm from Kemp.
I'm from Scottish
cheeseburgers and spaghetti.
From crawling through the stacked hay bales with my brother
lots of mosquito bites
avon box in the closet
remembrances of simpler times and happy memories.