I am from the cold weather

building snowballs on top of

each other, wearing tuques

and mits, with my dad.

I’m from piling snow up high,

to make it down first.

 

 

I am from getting up early

in the morning, to go learn.

I’m from the fresh smell of

Cut grass, from tractors

driving past my house.

I’m from the crackling sound

of a fire and sleeping on the

hard ground.

 

I’m from sitting on the quiet

water waiting patiently for a sign.

I am from a rainbow spreading

Across a page.

 

From balancing on two wheels

Cruising up and down my road.

I’m from jumping up and down,

backflips all around.