Where I’m From
I am from a hill in a valley with long, sweeping grass; from homemade bread, beef, and german dishes.
I am from an alien house, a small square room with moonlit walls and the yelp of coyotes in the darkest times of the night.
I am from wheat and alfalfa, green ashes and cottonwoods.
I am from Geigers and Flecks, too many relatives to count- all wild, fun, crazy and easy to laugh at, or with.
I am from a small hobby farm, with 50 cows and two cats; from a place that has been beaten by wind and has survived the harshest winters, a place that will always be there.
I am from an all around view of our pastures and a smal