I am from candles, lit during summer storms;
I am from Palmolive and honeybuns.
I am from the blue skies of Alabama.
I am from the tomato plants and the wildflowers.
I am from tree trimmin’ and pea shellin’.
I am from Denise and Saundra Jo.
I am from rocking chairs and wooden pews,
from “can’t never could, ‘cause can’t never tried”
and “treat others the way you wanna be treated.”
I’m from the little Baptist church where everybody knows everybody.
I’m from Dannstaat and Montgomery,
from canned pickles and homemade salsa in Mason jars.
I’m from Hieronymus Bock, the first botanist
and swimming with the dolphins for my seventeenth birthday on a family trip.
I am from yellowing pages held together in three ring binders.
I am from my ancestors; they’re who I am and where I’m from.
It’s history and it’s never ending.
My assignment was to add a link to each stanza of my poem. It was easier than I thought it would be to decide which words to choose. Whichever I felt described me the best was the one I picked.
Even though I linked the word Alabama, my picture is of the river. I spend a lot of time there, and when I think of our state it is the first thing that comes to mind. We never ever have a real live Christmas tree in our house, so the tree trimming thing is our little joke. I thought it was funny to include instructions on how to assemble an artificial Christmas tree.