Where I'm From
inspired by George Ella Lyon
Mallory Howard
I am from dried apple pies
coolin' on a rickety, old stove
From wadin' the creek until dawn
From baseball in mamaw's back yard,
"Don't hit it in the bull's pin!"
From my secret sanctuary,
a hidden land, among the greenery of make-believe
with glistening waters,
falling above a cloaked cave
I am from sunflowers and cattails,
where I run wild,
free.
Appreciating their soft petals,
Relishing in their ambrosial aromas
I am from Jacque and Keith
fudge and biscuits
I am from the smart alecks
and the "You'll laugh about this later-s"
I am from come to the river
and cleanse my soul
From church dinners
of fried chicken and sweet tea
From the arm my papaw lost,
to a factory machine
and the phantom pains,
he continued to endure
In my china cabinet, you can still find
photographs and lost letters
Cherished memories from times long ago
Each one, a piece of my path,
down Coon Creek Road.
inspired by George Ella Lyon
Mallory Howard
I am from dried apple pies
coolin' on a rickety, old stove
From wadin' the creek until dawn
From baseball in mamaw's back yard,
"Don't hit it in the bull's pin!"
From my secret sanctuary,
a hidden land, among the greenery of make-believe
with glistening waters,
falling above a cloaked cave
I am from sunflowers and cattails,
where I run wild,
free.
Appreciating their soft petals,
Relishing in their ambrosial aromas
I am from Jacque and Keith
fudge and biscuits
I am from the smart alecks
and the "You'll laugh about this later-s"
I am from come to the river
and cleanse my soul
From church dinners
of fried chicken and sweet tea
From the arm my papaw lost,
to a factory machine
and the phantom pains,
he continued to endure
In my china cabinet, you can still find
photographs and lost letters
Cherished memories from times long ago
Each one, a piece of my path,
down Coon Creek Road.