I am from the banks of gurgling Flower Creek, from Rosauers Ice Cream and homemade fudge.
I am from the 2 story white house near Highway 2, whistles from the lumber mill and the sound of Sammy hissing at Freckles and Missy.
I am from a large garden of vegetables and rocks, the blooming lilacs and crabapple blossoms littering the ground.
I am from Brown Frickler nights and teasing laughter, from the Clawson’s, and Grandma and Grandpa Lloyd and siblings who were Carr’s.
I am from sledding on the dirthills in winter, ice skating at Asa Wood, and the Cosby Show on Thursday nights.
I'm from, "Lights out or I'll flip the switch," and "do the dishes or you'll have them again tomorrow night!!
I am from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and “Early Morning” Church (seminary) and a modern prophet and once a month Fast & Testimony Meetings.
I'm from the sweet scent of pine trees in the Big Sky Country, Homemade Pizza and Sunday treats.
From David nailing the duck’s feet to the ground, the Logging Truck Christmas Tree, and Bunad making for Nordicfest.
I am from rugged timber covered mountains, glass green dishes, and camping at Lake Koocanusa. I’m from siblings to play with and TV to watch. I’m from long walks to Jr. High and redneck talk! I’m from mild summers and cold winters. I’m from unique and beautiful Northwestern Montana; a small town place.
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I love your poem. I did one of those earlier this year on my blog (after Kristi had posted hers) and just loved how cool and different everyone's poems were. It's a gift to even have that stuff written down. I need to go find mine, but I don't know when I posted it.
What a great poem. Like Jill, many of us bloggers did that earlier this year. I think mine is in my April or May archives. I need to relook it up. It's always fun to read about someone else and their roots.
How cute!!! I should write my own one of these, eh?
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