I am from shoes used in running,
from Nike and Fila,
and Asics and Adidas.
I am from the small concrete driveway.
I am from kicking the ball from brother to brother,
from moving from grade to grade,
and from the fresh smell of rolls out of the oven.
I am from the slight, cold breeze,
the waving grasses.
I am from the family celebrations,
and greenish-brown eyes, from brothers and sister,
and Pitcher’s and Richard’s.
I am from the proneness to play sports,
and the impulse of fun.
From, “think first,”
and, “be smart.”
I’m from Provo, Utah and Norway,
from the salad and mashed potatos.
From the days I was at home,
the days in elementary,
and now the days I wander the hallways of Horizon Middle School.
I am from the warmness of my home,
the fun of my school.
From the times I’d walk around the neighborhood
and the days I’d run in track.
I am from the pictures lining the walls,
from my family and my friends,
From memories unchanging and the ones that are still being formed.