I am from clothes drying on the line.
Blue skies, fresh country air,
Green pastures and sunshine.
I am from black and white pictures and television. Transistor radios.
I am from the deep South, rolling hills, and a half a century ago.
I am from the thick Pine straw,
Day Lilies, and the red Georgia clay.
I am from cotton fields, Magnolias,
I am from soldiers who fought for all of us.
And from farmers who worked from dawn to dusk.
From Grandmothers who loved us all
And from older sisters who washed my mouth out with soap.
I am from Shall we Gather at the River?
And How Great Thou Art.
I am from rural Georgia, Virginia, and all over England.
From too few hellos and too many good byes.
I am from grits, corn on the cob and fried apple pies.
I am from the two sisters, the four brothers and the Mother and Father.
I am from all who came before
And after me.
I am from Future Farmers.
This is Where I Am From.
You can read more about about our farm life on our personal blog Life on a Southern Farm.