I am from...

This is a product of one of my school assignments where we reflect on where we are "from" to try to understand and reflect on our contextual education site, which is working with refugees and immigrants.

I AM FROM

I am from below the gnat line and I-16, where we grow corn, peanuts, and collard greens.

From Jacksonville, Claxton, and Metter I’ve roamed 

but a small town in Vidalia is where I call home. 

Its a quaint little town where its sweet onions are renown, 

where Friday nights mean football lights, 

And respect for the elderly is always shown.

From my Grandparents I learned to persevere through difficulty,

From Mom I learned to joke and save,

And Dad I learned the meaning of integrity.

At night I could gaze at the stars and enjoy the handiwork of our Creator,

I would fish, plant, and play music praising my Savior.

Where raising livestock was common 
and you'll see goats, pigs, chickens, and cattle quite of’en,

I am from place where pine trees where king, 

and exploring in the woods was my adventurin'.

I lived in a home, which meant unlocked doors, 

sweet tea, fish frys and nightly chores.

I lived in the country where barefoot was an option

And in the neighbors fields lay southern snow, aka cotton.

From joy, sorrow, and curiosity, growing up here made me, me.