WHERE IM FROM

I am from coal being mined deep underground to the sun as it peaks over the mountain tops.
I am from dirt roads and handshakes.
I am from the apple tree in the back yard, the rose bush at the bottom of the driveway.
I am from mamaw’s breakfast on Sunday morning to cornbread and soup beans in the evening.
I am from the box of papaws pictures and resumes which he accumulated throughout his life.
From don’t back up and never back down, to get up and pipe down.
I am from the moonshine steel making liquor on the hill to the marijuana plant growing tall in the valley