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Jacob Ward posted
Where I’m from
I’m from the iron and sweat, and the hot summers of which i was born.
I am from the bruises and cuts, the grass and mud that stains me.
From the late Friday nights that never last, that never seem to come to past.
I am the fire that burns bright to others, that maybe they catch flame.
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WHERE I’M FROM
I am from mamaws home cookin’, from John Deer and Honda
I am from the garden down the hill
I am from the apple tree in the front yard
I am from huntin’ and fishin’, from mom and dad and the nease’s
I am from the backwoods play ground that children now know better than I do, from a small quiet holler to the next one over
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Love the poem!